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yndrgrl · 10 months

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katsuki bakugo is the only man who can help bunnygirl! you during heat.

established relationship. normal! au. first time as a couple.

warnings: nsfw, lowkey angst ngl, fellatio, praise, slight degradation, creampie

if you're here for the nsfw part, i marked it >:)

a/n: dude, idk why my last fic has that "mature" label 😭 also is this a hypersexual comfort fic? yeah.

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"are you okay? you look hot?"

"your forehead is on fire!"

"you look red. drink some water."

you've been hearing that non-stop all day. of course, you know that everyone has good intentions, but it was so annoying.

no, you didn't feel fine, nor did you feel sick. it was a strange, embarrassing thing to admit. in a world full of truly remarkable quirks, you just had to get a basic one. your quirk was rabbit. you know mirko? yeah, well you two are in the same boat.

you have floppy bunny ears the same color as your hair, a puff ball of a bunny tail, & muscular legs. all so cutesy & alright to deal with. the behavioral traits were what got you though. increased hearing, jittery/easily scared, & most annoying of all, the heat that came with it.

though it wasn't unusual to have heat, it was definitely not something you mention in a passing conversation. heat made it hard to focus on anything except for breeding & sex. your senses are enhanced, making clothes feel itchy at all times. your train of thought always derailed to live making. that's why you were prescribed heat repressant.

no side affects & it worked like a charm.

however, this month you forgot to stock up on them, & you just so happened to run out. you would've just skipped school to get some, but it was midterms, which comes with tests & presentations that simply could not be made up. it was either fail your classes or bite the bullet.

"oi! what's your deal?" someone barked at you. ah yes, your boyfriend of six months, katsuki bakugo.

"nothing," you said with annoyance. another thing about your heat is that you get irritable because of the overwhelming feeling of needing to do a certain activity. "don't worry about it."

taken aback, katsuki reached out for you & spun you around. your eyes welled with tears of frustration & utter embarrassment, the tips of your ears were red, & every thread of your clothes made your skin crawl. "hey, what's going on?"

"i-it's nothing, just leave me alone. class is about to start." you understood how much katsuki prides himself in his academics. you're not gonna be the one to drag him down; that's not very amazing-cool-awesome girlfriend of you, after all.

he wanted to say that he didn't care & let's just ditch class, but you both knew you couldn't. the exams were too important. luckily for the both of you, the last period of the day was study hall. most kids just skip it, starting their free time early.

just a few classes, then i can go get medication, that's not bad at all, i've been through worse, you thought in attempts to calm yourself.

yeah, but imagine how could it would feel to be absolutely railed, oh fuck, imagine katsuki-

you had to cut yourself off, he was standing right beside you after all.

your relationship with katsuki has been slow, healthy, & true. the most you two have done in the span of six months is make out, grind, & grope each other clothed. both of you saw a future together so having sex didn't have to happen right then & there. if it happens, it happens, but there was no need to have it to connect.

you didn't want you first time with the love of your life to be because of your current circumstances.

"did i do something?" he asked, making your ears twitch.

"no, it's not you," you reassured, "there's nothing going on." you both entered the classroom, & you could feel katsuki's worried stare focused on you the entire time.

you took exam after exam, which, in of itself, is a long, stressful process. the bell rang throughout the school, & your classmates shuffled out of the room to go to their last period. finally, it was study hall. you threw everything into your backpack without a care. you were practically panting.

throughout the school day, the pressure building inside of you only gotten worse. you couldn't stop thinking about katsuki. his god-sent body, his perfect face, his rugged voice. god, he turned you on so much-- too much, actually.

you felt bad for ignoring all of his texts throughout the day. if you didn't, however, you had a feeling you would've sent some embarrassing messages.

as you exited your class, someone grasped your wrist, dragging you out of the school. their touch lit you on fire. you knew exactly who it was. "let me go, katsuki."

"no, not until you tell me what i did!" he growled at you. he doesn't even realize how wet i am for him-

you had to shut off your thoughts, but that's easier said than done.

"i told you already. you didn't do anything."

"well something is going on with you. tell me what's happening," he raised his voice, a vice grip still hanging onto your wrist. you were getting overstimulated & overwhelmed. once again, you couldn't help the angry tears from forming. you couldn't help but hyperfixate on your panties brushing against your sensitive clit. you couldn't help that your nipples were painfully perked.

you can't just admit that though. it's such a stupid problem to you. you felt so wrong & disgusting for thinking about sex all day. "you wouldn't understand!" you finally yelled back. "you wouldn't get it."

he didn't respond. katsuki continued to drag you throughout campus, leaving you with your thoughts.

god, i made him mad, you mentally cried out. hopefully he'll hate fuck you then-

you want to rip out your own brain & throw it on the concrete. it was a constant cycle of that the entire walk.

a few moments later, you realized you were in his dorm, sitting on his bed with him across from you in his desk chair. both of your hands were in his as he brushed his thumbs against your knuckles. that alone gave you goosebumps. "please tell me what's wrong, baby," he said in a hushed near-whimper. "i'm worried about you."

"you really wouldn't get it, katsuki," you whispered, finally letting a few tears roll down your cheek.

he placed his index finger underneath your chin. he gently raised your head, your gaze following suit. the two of you locked eyes, his swirling with worry & yours sprawling in uncertainty. "then make me understand."

"it's my stupid quirk," you exasperated. you tried coming up with ways of how to say what you want to say without scaring him off.

"what about it?" he asked.

"you have such a nice quirk, you know," you started, avoiding his question. "it's just so much flashier & cooler than mine. there's already a rabbit hero!"

"what are you talking about? you do have a cool quirk."

"i'm a bunnygirl. nothing more. people already know what to expect-"

"what is this really about? you brag all the time how you get to come up with new ways to make your quirk yours," he countered, not convinced with your answer. "there's something more, isn't there?"

katsuki was so good at reading people-- at reading you. the other times you've confided in him, your voice lacked clarity, stability. why would it be different now? it wouldn't, that's why.

"yeah, there is," you admitted, tugging on his hands so he'd get closer. "i just don't know how you'll react or how to even say it-"

"it's fine. just tell me, i won't get mad or judge you or whatever," he assured. you began to cry even more, staining his dress shirt.

he smelt so good, i can feel his muscles through his shirt, he's so sexy-

"i need you," you muttered into his chest.

"what was that, baby?"

you glanced up at him, eyes glossy, lips pouted. "i need you."

katsuki's breath hitched, "what are you talking about?" yes, he's had theories about your quirk & its drawbacks. was this it? was his theory correct?

more tears of frustration rolled down your cheeks as you tried to explained, "i have... you know."

his cock stirred, scolding himself mentally for getting hard during a time like this. "have what?" he wanted you to say it, confirm his suspicions.

you took a deep breath. "i have this thing every month or so, & it just makes things so much harder."

"tell me." his stern voice sent shockwaves through you.

it made you obey him automatically, robotically. "i'm going through heat." a silence followed. "it's normal for people with quirks like mine to go through this. i usually have repressants! & i know this probably makes you so uncomfortable; i understand if you don't want to be-"

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katsuki cut off your rambling, almost offended. "don't ever say that. i want you, all of you."

"p-please don't say such things," you begged him as you felt your pussy throb. "i'm r-really trying to hold back-"

"let me take care of you, princess," katsuki purred, finger tips ghosting over your exposed thighs. he buried his face into the crook of your neck. "do you want this, y/n? because i want you right now. if you tell me you don't want this, i'll stop."

all you could do is nod, your breath turning uneven.

"say it, y/n."

"i need you so bad. please, katsuki," you cried out as you rubbed your legs together.

he smirked into your neck before he started kissing your neck. you couldn't help but whimper. he noticed you holding back, so he bit your neck. he sucked hickeys all over your neck. your unsteady breathes turned into needy moans.

"t-take off my shirt, please-"

katsuki took in your demand by ripping it off your skin as if it were poison. he unhooked your bra, throwing it on the floor. "ah fuck," he groaned, cupping your breasts.

"are they o-okay?"

"you're fuckin' perfect, baby."

with one, he replaced his rough, calloused hand with his mouth. you grinder against his thigh as flicked your nipple with his tongue. "k-katsuki~"

he switched to the other one, giving it the same treatment. "all mine," he growled in between. he nipped at the skin around your nipples. your neck & chest were soon littered with purple marks & bites.

"let me touch you," you begged & you began to fidget with the buttons of his shirt. "take this off~"

"so needy, aren't you, princess," katsuki teased, yet he gave into you. he threw off his shirt, looming over you. goosebumps pricked at your skin, all over your arms down to your legs. you found yourself trailing your hands all over his abs, his muscular arms, around his back. it was like your hands had a mind of their own.

you flipped the two of you around, so now he was under you. "c-can i please mark you?"

he let out a laugh of amusement, making your face turn a deep red. "you don't have to ask, baby," he told you. as a response, you mimicked his actions from earlier. your lips kissed all over his neck, leaving marks in its wake. you trailed down to his chest, then his abs then his v-line until you reached the band of his pants.

the entire time, he was groaning, feeding you praises that shot straight through your core. when you stopped, he looked down at you, & there you were, staring back at him with eager, wide eyes. he could read you so well. "go ahead, y/n. pull them down."

to which you did. you hands hooked both his uniform pants & his boxers. you pulled them down, & your mouth watered when his cock sprung out. "i-it's so big," you moaned; you meant to only think that, but you couldn't help it.

his mushroom tip beaded precum, his veiny shaft twitched in anticipation. "you see how hard i am for you? all for you," katsuki told you, watching your eyes dart to his then back down to his cock.

you started licking him to test the waters. you saw as his eyebrows furrowed together, his mouth agape, narrowed eyes. your licks evolved into you sticking his tip into your mouth. your tongue flicked around his cock. you crossed your eyes & whined when you tasted his precum. thanks to his quirk, it tasted almost sweet, salty, & god, was it addicting.

you bobbed your head up & down his thick rod. the tip hit the back of your throat while spit flooded your mouth. it was hard to breath, but you didn't care. having katsuki inside of you was more important than breathing. "slow down. you're gonna make me cum, good girl."

that was enough inspiration for you. you needed his cum. you forced your head all the way down his cock, your nose buried in his pubes. your eyes watered (for the fifth time today), & you stared into katsuki's eyes. both of his hands tangled themselves into your hair. "i'm gonna fuck that slutty, little throat, okay? just tap if it's too much," he informed, but he had a feeling you were going let him do whatever he wanted.

you moaned as a way to let him know that you heard him. the vibrations quivered his tip. "mmm, fuck. you're doing so good," he praised, jutting his hips forward the drawing them back.

his thrusts at first were small, in fear he was hurting you. however, as he looked down at you, your eyes rolled back, drool spilling out of your mouth, rubbing your aching clit for some sort of release, he couldn't hold back. he started using your throat as a fuck toy.

fast & rough, & all you could do was take it. take it, even though you're crying & it's hard to breath. "i'm close," he uttered out in between moans. his sultry voice turned a pitch higher in a humiliating tease, "you want my cum, baby? huh? c'mon, tell me you want it."

you choked out muffled, "yes please" & "cum down my throat please." he laughed at you trying to form sentences with your mouth stuffed. "such an eager bitch. fine, i'll give you what you want."

he thrusted his hips forwards, keeping your head in place. you face smushed against his hips. his cock twitched as he unloaded spurts of cum down your throat.

he pulled away, & strings of saliva mixed with his semen leaked onto your skirt. you looked back up at him, finding his cock still erect. "you look so surprised," katsuki said as he caught his breath. "i'm still so hard for you. after all, i told you i was going to take care of you."

"p-please have sex with me," you barely even whispered.

"what was that?"

"please-"

"i still can't hear you," katsuki told you, stroking his dick. he really knew how to push your buttons

"please fuck me, katsuki! i need it, i need you so bad~ i need your big cock inside of me," you blurted out. you finally let you stupid, nasty fantasies get the better of you.

judging from katsuki's smug expression, he wanted you to indulge in them. "alright, alright. you've been such a good girl for me. it's the least i could do," he shrugged before flipping you over so you were trapped under him. even in your most intimate moments, he was cocky. & god, did it make your pussy wet.

as he started to pull your skirt down, your hands shot to grab his wrists. "no, fuck me now, i can't wait. it hurts too bad," you whined, your glossy lips pouting.

"of course, princess," he said with a smirk. "whatever you want." katsuki's fingers dove under your skirt to push your panties out of the way. he held your legs up, placing your calves over his shoulders.

he lubed the tip of his dick with your juices by running it through your folds. "you're so wet for me, good girl."

"it's all for you, katsuki~" you purred, anticipation practically killing you. you felt pride as he turned his head to kiss the meat of your calf in approval.

"can't let it go to waste," he told you. he lined his thick, heavy cock with your entrance. something must've taken over you because, the moment it lined up with your hole, you shoved your hips forward with your entire body.

you let out a squeal of pleasure, your pussy stretching to accommodate for katsuki's lengthy cock. "shit, baby, you almost knocked me over," he chuckled as he readjusted. both of his hands were on your hips.

"shut up & fuck me," you growled at him. his cock twitched, brow raised in amusement.

"yes ma'am," he replied, "but remember you said that." from the get-go, his thrusts were powerful, immediately finding the cervix. your nails dug into his biceps down to his wrists. moans, whimpers, & screams spilled out of your lips.

katsuki took his fingers to your mouth & demanded in a low voice, "suck."

the action made you quiet down. he found your g-spot soon after, & you felt lightheaded. with his fingers down your throat, his cock abusing your most sensitive spot, & katsuki whispering dirty nothings into your ears, you shut your eyes & released all the tension building up.

"f-f-fuck, i-i'm cumming, katsuki," you rasped, voice having a small lisp thanks to his fingers. you squirted all over his abdomen, breath heavy & uneven.

he didn't stop though. he still rammed his big fuckin' dick in & out of you, not letting you calm down from your euphoric high. in fact, his hand that you slobbered all over found their way to your clit. he drew small circles around it. "ah, katsuki!" you moaned. "it's too much!"

"you'll be a good girl, & take it, won't you? i haven't cum inside you yet," he responded while his other hand pinched your nipples.

"i-i-i'll be a good girl, katsuki~" you slurred, speaking on beat with his thrusts. he made you cum three more times then you felt as his hips became more robotic, shorter, uncalculated.

"i'm cumming," he groaned through gritted teeth. "i'm cumming. fuckin' take all of it." thick jets of hot, white cum stained your walls. his dick pulsated inside of you. you came again; who could blame you?

he took a few deep breaths, collapsing on top of you as he pulled out of your pussy. cum spilled out of you & onto his sheets. he embraced you, whispering, "round two?"

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vintagexherry · 8 months

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Too Handsome

Miguel O'Hara x Reader

//Pools, jealousy, smut, rough sex, swearing, marking, minor orignal characters.

A/N: Ain't gonna lie. The guy on the pic almost looks like comic Miguel

Everyone can agree that Miguel O'Hara is one attractive man.

With his muscles, he can carry you in one arm and the groceries on the other effortlessly.

With his scowl, it strangely adds to the allure, but when he smiles, it doubles.

With his deep voice, he can make anything sound melodious yet seductive anytime.

With his height, he can grab anything out of your reach, especially when it comes to you cooking, and you can't get that one seasoning from the cabinet.

With his looks, he can make anyone fold.

Anyone especially in this pool party.

One of the moms you've met when picking up Gabi and Mateo from school has arranged a pool party for both the kids and parents.

The dads, including Miguel, help each other out when preparing the barbeque, and you can't help but ogle at Miguel when his muscles bulge when carrying a bag or charcoal to the barbeque grill.

But you know as hell that you're not the only one ogling.

While you watch Gabi and Mateo play with the other kids, you also see the mom who invited you with other moms who whisper and giggle at each other while watching Miguel converse with the other dads, occasionally turning a kebab around in the grill.

You can't blame them, Miguel is handsome.

But also married.

To you, to be exact.

Aren't these women also married?

Your attention was driven away when you noticed Miguel approaching you with a meat kebab on one hand.

"Mi vida, try it," he said as he lent you a kebab freshly off the barbeque, and you could smell the aroma of mixed spices.

You accepted the kebab and blew on it to cool it off. Within the first bite, you immediately melted from the taste.

"Judging by your looks, I say you enjoyed it." Miguel chuckled.

"Enjoyed and love it, It's really good!"

With that, he notified you that food is almost gonna be ready and you nodded, ready to call the kids.

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After eating, the kids wanted to play a little more before going home. You wanted to softly reject their request, but Miguel said maybe it would be good to drain their energy.

With that, he let the kids play with each other while he sunk his lower half into the pool with sunglasses on. And if he wasn't hot earlier, he definitely is hotter now.

Water was dripping from his muscled back, which was facing you.

You shook your head and focused on fixing and packing up things.

While you gather and pack the water toys. You don't notice that somebody seemed to take this chance to slip by and sit by the pool next to Miguel.

"So, Mr.O'Hara, I presume?"

Miguel turned his head to face a woman, the same age as you, wearing a halter type swimwear.

He recognizes the woman, knowing from school pick-ups time to time.

He also knows this woman recently got divorced last week as much as he remembers from your gossip talk to him.

And her approaching him doesn't mean good news, and he knows shit that she isn't only gonna ask his name.

But he decided to still be polite.

"Yes, that's me. May I help you?" he replied

The woman ignored his question and put out a hand for a handshake. "Nice to meet you, I'm Emma".

In return, he ignored her handshake.

"Nice to meet you too, May I help you?" He tried asking again.

Emma seemed to take the hint and put down her hand.

"Well, I was just hoping you would come by my place next week with other parents, I recently got this champagne overseas, and I wanted to share."

Champagne? That sounds nice. He hasn't had one in a long time, especially during and after your pregnancy.

"That's sounds nice, I'll see if Y/N-" Before he could even finish your name, she interrupted him by placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Oh no, no, I uh- I don't really wanna bother her, I'm sure she's tire-" He didn't let her finish since he shrugged her hand off her shoulder.

"Then I have to decline." he stated firmly, already lost interest in the champagne and also slowly losing patience over the woman.

"Oh but-"

"He said no"

Miguel and Emma swiftly turned around to see you approaching him.

And he tried holding himself back from nosebleeding, since normally with his height he would look down on you, but now, with his point of view from the pool you look nothing but sexy.

The sun made your skin shin, and the swim suit.

god damn the motherfucking swimsuit.

Before leaving the house he tried to convince you that maybe both you can just decline the pool party invitation and just have fun on your own, but he can't say no since his kids are too cute to deny.

Emma was holding herself back from slapping you. She enjoyed being able to talk to your husband alone.

She forced a smile. "Y/N! I was just about to inv- "

"Sorry, I have to decline too, Miguel and I are kinda busy in the next few weeks," you lied, but if it meant for this woman to leave your man alone, then so be it.

With that, Emma finally got the hint and left, and Miguel can't help but admit your hot when you're jealous.

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Hours later, you and Miguel arrived home, Miguel carrying the sleeping twins to their bedroom while you unpacked the bags.

After some time, you also felt sleepy, especially the entire fiasco with Emma, but Miguel has different plans.

"So, busy you say?" Miguel asked you as he watched prepare for an afternoon nap.

"H-huh? Oh! Well....In my defence, she was getting annoying."

Miguel chuckled at you.

"Have I told you how amazing you look when you're jealous and wearing the swimsuit? You drive me crazy bonita."

Miguel started gliding his hand up to your legs.

"Miguel" You whispered softly, knowing where this is leading. "Kids are sleepin"

Miguel looked at you and smirked.

"Well then, I'm sure we'll figure something out."

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Miguel pushed your head into the pillow as you moaned his name.

"Th-that's it mi vida ughhh" Miguel thrusted into you harder, making the bed squeak.

"Mig- Mi-" You could'nt form a sentence with how much your spot is getting abused again and again.

Miguel couldn't be careless as he let go of your head and guided both his hands to hold at your hips, letting him have complete control.

"fffuckk, that's it- shit your amazing," Miguel praised, but no words process to you since you can't focus on anything but the pleasure your feeling.

You felt something growing tighten inside you.

"Mi-Miggy- Im...Im gonna-"

Before you reach your peak, Miguel took his cock out and flip you, making you face him, before you could protest his large hand covered your mouth as he thrusted again into you harshly.

He continued his rough pace while you screamed and moaned into his hand.

He thrusted again and again until Miguel felt you tighten, making his hip stutter.

"ughhOh shit- FUCK Y/N"

You both moaned, although yours muffled.

Your body shook from the force of your orgasm and you felt warm liquid fill you.

Miguel let his hand fall from your drool slicked lips and kissed you.

You moaned from the kiss, feeling sensitive even from the slightest touch.

Miguel layed down next to you.

"Well... That was way better than any champagne anyone could offer."

You chuckled as his words, and with that, you both slept in each other's arms.

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As you waited for Gabi and Mateo to come out, Miguel watched you from the car.

"Mama!"

"Mami!!"

You heard voices and saw two beautiful children run up to you with smiles on their face.

They didn't waste time tackling your legs for a hug.

You chuckle from their energy.

They turned around and waved to a friend, you look up and see that it's a boy with wavy black hair.

And next to him none other than Emma, who didn't look at you directly at the face, more like the marks that are almost visible littered around your neck.

You notice her gaze and you couldn't help but smiled.

"Are those?..."

"Sorry, me and Miguel got a little busy, y'know how it is."

With that, you let the kids wave goodbye one last time and head for the car.

As you got you and the kids, Miguel started to drive while he put a hand on your thigh.

"Busy, huh?" He smirked while he glanced at you, and you chuckled.

"Yea, busy."

The End

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akookminsupporter · 1 year

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Namjoon gave an interview to El Pais in Spain and I wanted to share the translation of the interview for those who may not understand Spanish.

Question. The track opens with the lines: "Fuck the trendsetter / I'm going back to the age of 9 / when I was more human". Does the stratospheric success of K-pop dehumanise the artist? Answer. You start your career very early and as part of a group. There's not a lot of time to be an individual, but that's what makes K-pop shine: very young people, trying very hard at the same time…. You generate energy that you only have in your twenties. You fight day and night to perfect the choreography, the videos, the music, and there's an explosion, a big bang. From 20 to 30, we put all the energy and time we had into BTS. You get success, love, influence, power, and after that? The root of it all remains: the music… What was the question?

Q. Does the system dehumanise? A. My company doesn't like the way I answer this question, because I partly admit it and then the journalists throw their hands on their heads, "it's a horrible system, it destroys the young people! But it's partly what makes this such a special industry. And things have improved a lot, in terms of contracts, money, education, there are now teachers, psychologists...

Q. Korean record companies train their artists for years, you lived with your peers from 16 to 19 before your debut as BTS in 2013. What did your parents say? A. My mother spent two years, "Go back to school, you were so good at it, go your way, go to university, make music a hobby!"…. But there was no going back.

Q. The biggest lesson from your time as an apprentice? A. Dancing. I was incapable.

Q. And what did you miss out on by being one? A. College life.

Q. The cult of youth, the cult of perfection, the cult of K-pop overexertion? Are these Korean cultural traits? A. In the West, people just don't get it. Korea is a country that has been invaded, razed to the ground, torn in two. Just seventy years ago there was nothing. We were getting aid from the IMF and the UN. But now, the whole world is looking at Korea. How is that possible, how did that happen? Because people are working fucking hard to improve themselves. You're in France or the UK, countries that have been colonising other countries for centuries, and you come to me and say "oh God, you put so much pressure on yourselves, life in Korea is so stressful". well, yes. That's how you get things done. And it's part of what makes K-pop so appealing. Of course, there are shadows, everything that happens too fast and too intensely has side effects.

Q. What is the biggest prejudice about K-pop? A. That it's prefabricated.

Q. What would your career have been like if you had developed it on the alternative circuit or in another country? A. I think about the multiverse a lot, and the lesson of Doctor Strange is always the same: your version of the universe is the best possible one, don't think of others. There is nothing better than being a member of BTS.

Q. Did you imagine this version? A. Not at all. My dream was not to be a K-pop idol. I wanted to be a rapper, and before that, a poet.

Q. Your influences include rappers like Nas and Eminem, groups like Radiohead and Portishead, but you never mention boy bands. A. The Beatles were also called boy band... I'm not comparing us, they were the creators of everything. But I guess you mean NSYNC or New Kids on the Block: bands whose pop music I actually liked, although I wasn't a super fan… What got me was rap: rhythm plus poetry.

Q. You say you get jealous of who you admire, for example? A. Kendrick Lamar, always. And Pharrell Williams. He's living history, I'd like to be one too, maybe in the future. That's why I don't paint, to be jealous of Picasso or Monet would be too much.

Q. You do collect, how do you choose the pieces? A. I've only been collecting for four years and I've been changing. My focus is 20th-century Korean art. But I'm not Getty or Rockefeller…

Q. You don't do it to invest. A. I guarantee it. If I wanted to invest, I would buy black artists, women artists, emerging Indonesian artists… My goal is to open a small exhibition space in about 10 years because I think Seoul needs a place with a young taste, but respectful of the Korean legacy, to which I would also like to bring artists like Roni Horn, Antony Gormley or Morandi.

Q. Have you always had the collector's bug? A. I've collected toys, little cars or Takashi Murakami figures, then vintage clothes, then furniture, I love Charlotte Perriand and Pierre Jeanneret [both collaborators with Le Corbusier], but my favourite is George Nakashima.

Q. On your album there are songs from very different genres, some critics say it's inconsistency, others say versatility… A. I think the word genre will disappear in a few decades. R&B, Hyperpop, Jersey Club, UK Drill, Chicago Drill, K-pop! They don't mean anything. Music is an accumulation of frequencies that makes people get into a certain mood.

Q. Are you fed up with the "K-" label? A. You could get sick of Spotify calling us all K-pop, but it works. It's a premium label. The guarantee of quality that our grandparents fought for.

Q. Your album features Anderson Paak, Youjeen and the elusive Erykah Badu, how did he convince you? A. She knew BTS because her daughter is a fan, but that's not enough. I had to persuade her, I sent her a text with Yun's story explaining why I needed her wise queen voice for those verses.

Q. You mix English and Korean sometimes in the middle of a line, how do you decide? A. Words in different languages have different textures; the same message, with a different brushstroke. It comes naturally to me. I don't play instruments, I compose and create melodies with my voice, which is my instrument and most of my songs start with words.

Q. You have also gone through several identities, as a teenage rapper you were Runch Randa, then in BTS Rap Monster and then RM (for Real Me). Have you thought about using your real name? A. [laughs] We all have a past, a dark history, we say in Korea. Runch Randa was my nickname in a role-playing game, then I wanted to be, you know, "a rap monster!″, then I matured… I prefer my name to be known by as few people as possible, I'm not John Lennon, Paul McCartney, I can check into a hotel quietly and I like that.

Q. You've also changed a lot in the way you dress. A. I went through XXL T-shirts and baseball caps. Then I got into high-end brands… Like Rap Monster, I started wearing only black and white [rolls his eyes and shrugs]. Now I'm interested in timelessness, I don't go for trends, I look for vintage jeans, cotton t-shirts, natural things, that don't scream "hey, I'm here".

Q. Rumour has it that you are going to collaborate with Bottega Veneta, whose fashion show you have just been invited to in Milan. A. I would love to. Although I've lost interest in brands, in fashion weeks and that constant change of Pantone… Bottega is different, they don't use logos, they have a history with fabrics and leather, they don't even have Instagram, they are beyond fads and fashions.

Q. How heavy is it to have an army of fans? A. You can't walk around in the middle of nowhere without being recognised and the standards to which you are subject weigh heavily. But you have to grow up and deal with it, not be pitiful like "oh, I just want to be normal". Look, if you want to think fame is a rock, it's a fucking rock, but for me, it's given me what I was looking for: to get influence and financial freedom as quickly as possible to make the music I want to make without worrying about the charts… I'm not there 100%, but I try to focus on the noise inside, not the noise outside.

Q. And how are you facing your thirties? A. I've never experienced such a confusing time. For a decade I was the leader of BTS, and it was very stable and fun, always going up. In 2023 a lot of things have changed, professionally and personally, although I can't tell. As I'm about to turn 30, I like myself more than I did when I was 20. Now I will spend a year and a half in military service, which is very important in every Korean man's life. And after that, I am sure I will be a different human being, hopefully, a better and wiser one.

#Namjoon #RM #bts #bts solo careers

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skinnywalker · 1 year

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Professional protector (Aaron Hotchner x nanny! male reader)

It's become a slight problem. Most nights it Hotch was late. Some he wasn't home at all and babysitters were only so reliable.

"You're really using Garica to get a other new babysitter?"

"I'm not trust random teens with my boy."

Emily rolls her eyes and pulls away the file of potential names.

"Can't you just hire a full time?"

Hotch groans.

"Same problem."

"Well it's either a once time issue or a till-jack-is-grown issue so make up you mind."

She's right of course, he needs to just bite the bullet.

After nearly an hour of barely scrapable options Hotch's attention was caught by a face.

Young, clean cut, handsome and with a bakround in child care. He gives Hocth a strange stomach twist, the kind he felt in high-school when he meet Harley. That same at once connection.

"Is he free?"

"Looks like it. Says on his employee web page he is open for full weekdays."

"Send that to me would you?"

Garcia can't help the small grin that crosses her lips.

"At once my lord."

From his nightstand the buzz of that familiar notification sounds him awake.

Clients.

He checks the profile his boss Diane always sends but this one is different than normal. He is used to business men who don't have time for their children but the man is an FBI agent and high in ranks too.

Doesn't look half bad either.

"How much is the pay?

"60 an hour."

He stops dead in his track.

"60? For one child and house sitting?"

"Ahuh. He asked me if that was too low."

"Too low?!"

She smiled at him with a gleam I her eyes.

"He really wanted you specifically."

Hotch keep glancing at his watch. He wasn't late but Hotch was nervous he might be.

"Excuse are you Mr. Hotchner?"

He's pretty in person Hotch thinks. More real. More warm. He's bright-looking but not cocky. Fair featured but no vain. He could reach out his hand and Hotch would near before him to kiss it without even thinking.

"Yes, you must be the nanny."

"Ahuh. Would you like to go over the details of what you need me to do while your away?"

Hotch smiles. He has no clue why but it feels natural.

"Of course."

Hotch leads him through the house explain everything he needs from the house care side of things.

"-and if you can't try to fold the blankets to fit in properly I'd be really thankful."

"Of course. What about your son?"

"Jack spends most of the day at school. He still in k-8 and does sometimes need homework help. He can make his own food but often prefers it made. He has 2-3 hours of screen time weekdays and 4 on weekends. He'll want to call me when I'm out of town which you can also do if you need anything."

He nods. Simple kid.

"He always wants to come along on grocery trips and basically anytime you leave the house."

Hotch hands him the house keys.

"And most importantly he'll ask for want he wants and his bedtime is 8:30."

"Got it. I call you at night if I have questions."

"Daddy?"

The two turn to see a sleepy toddler standing in door way. His spider-man pj's frumbled from napping.

"Hey Jack buddy, this is your new babysitter. He'll be here all day till I come back in the evenings so you don't have to be alone at home."

Jack looks up. Hotch feels the two smiling at eachother. His heart is aching know Jack is already bonding with the nanny. This have been a good idea.

"I have to go home today Jack but I'll see you again tomorrow ok?"

"Ok! Can we play with my Lego pirates."

"We can play whatever you want to Jack."

Hotch loves that smile on Jack. The innocent love. His boy is safe.

"Hotch? We have an emergency."

"What is it J.J.?"

"Ten victims all male in their 20s and the unsub is moving."

"I'll be there in ten mintues."

Hotch's body knows the routine of his morning work runs so well it work on autopilot.

Lastly he kisses Jack's sleeping head and text his new nanny 8 words.

"Flying for work for at least a week."

He'll get what I mean Hotch thinks before he stops himself. Why is he so sure? He doesn't even know the guy and he is trusting him like an old friend already. That's not good but Hotch can't seem to stop himself. He doesn't trust easily but something about him is so safe. So at home at ease. Hotch hates how his walls are just gone the moment he met a pretty man who takes care of his son. Hotch hopes he'll stay.

"He's targeting men who seem successful in love. Men with kids and partners and well paying jobs. Young man living how he wants to live. And he does it through robbery and hold ups. He is choosing targets on the fly."

"Where do we thinking he is making his way to?"

"Maybe his home or his get away car. I don't think he can keep this up for too long and I know he thinks that too."

At the hotel Hotch picks up his nightly call.

"How's your nanny been buddy?"

"I love daddy! He is super smart and he knew all about the history for my test on Tuesday and he makes such good pasta and he read me all the books I have trouble with!"

Hotch feel his stomach twist again. Just like a dad.

"That's great buddy. I'm glad you like him so much."

"He is gonna be my new best friend."

"I'm sure he will sweets now you need to good to bed."

"Ok, Goodnight daddy."

"Sleepwell Buddy. I love you."

"Love you too!"

He's safe. He's for the first time Hotch feels confident in thinking that Jack is really safe and happy. He sleeps better that night then he has in a while.

"Unsub is now in Virginia and he's getting risky. Going straight for our home now. He might even be there at this moment."

"So we came out here just to go home?"

"No, we came out here to know for certain he is home. Let's go."

Jack had asked to come along to the Cafe. He had followed his nanny to the counter and was rewarded with a small pink lemonade.

"Have you ever tried limeade or just lemon?"

He shakes his head no.

"Never liked lime. Too sour."

He chuckles.

"I like a lot of sour things especially ones that have some sweet in them."

"Everyone get on the floor! This is a hold up and if everyone behaves no one will get hurt."

Jack looks up confused and then frighten.

"Nanny?"

"Comere Jack. Everything will be alright."

"We've tracked him to a Cafe he's holding up. Swat is on their way but we don't time on our side."

"How fast can we get there?"

"20."

"20 is not fast enough."

"You, with the blonde kid. Move up here."

His arms wrap around Jack and gently lead them both to the front.

"Give him to me."

"No."

His breathing hitches.

"I'm not letting you near him. You'll have to take me first."

The click of the handriffle echoed in his ears before he felt the the world go black.

When the room came back into focus he realized he was in the ER. His chest was burning. He could feel the dizziness bringing him in and out of blurry awareness.

"Hey, just rest, you're really injured."

"Jack.. what about Jack?"

"He's safe with his father."

A knock at the door interrupts them.

"Hello Doctor is it OK for me to see him?"

"Mr. Hotch? Is that you?"

Hotch leans over the hospital bed brush some hair.

"How are you feeling?"

"I've been worse."

"Worse than shot?"

He giggled even though it hurt.

"Yeah. I'm better knowing Jack is safe."

"He was really scared for you, so was I. You don't know how much it means to me that you put yourself in such danger for my boy."

"I'd do it again."

Hotch felt strange. On one hand he was deeply relieved that he was safe but such a close call had his nerves in a twist. It was like a weight had been added to his psyche. Hotch couldn't let anything happen to him. He felt protective.

"How is he?"

"Exhausted but ok."

"Hotch I know he is just your nanny but you seem pretty worried."

"I can't help but be. He nearly died keeping Jack safe. I don't know what could've happened if I hired someone less bare. This whole time I've felt so.... connected with him. Like he is someone who I can trust."

"Does Agent Aaron Hotchner have a slight crush."

Oh no.

#aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch x male reader #aaron hotchner x male reader #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotch #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #criminal minds x male reader #criminal minds x reader

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cherizzx · 27 days

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My Perfect

L x Chubby Reader

A.N: ( See even though im like late I STILL POSTED! im on like grind yall but, this man so fine I'm like i must write my deepest soul wrenching words about him)

I'm not perfect.

That's it. I tried every day as a kid to be perfect; pretty hair, small frame, soft voice everything to look desirable to others I tried to be. In high school I needed to be bold, thicker but not too thick, tall but too tall; never speak overly passionate it was a turn off, don't wear too much makeup it's like I'm a slut, and never can venture out and find a comfortable look for me. I never let the girl inside eat.

I wasn't berated though? Yes, I got stares when I wore something sitting and people saw my stomach, like yes mothafucka I got a stomach y'all thought it was a huge ass pot in my shirt? Yes, I did get the ' I'm sO cOnFideNt!' talk when I ate something like fruit, who doesn't like pineapple? When shopping I had looks of could I fit this or that and nobody ever comforted me when I would cry about not fitting jeans.

I was never perfect. But he never cared.

*Back to when Light didn't find the Death Note yet*

" What are you having for lunch?" was asked by my closest coworker, Maria she and I was friends since our college days when cramming information about law, statistics, and for some reason Shakespeare; we were forever. I turned to her in this damn rolling chair that was obviously not made for a girl with that thang back there, I mean why is half my leg practically on the floor? I thought about it for a second.

" I could go for quick burger, what about you?

" That's fine! Also did you finish your report? I didn't even get to..." I just stared at her though my head in space, Maria turned to see what I'm looking at and she saw a strange man walking inside the room.

" Um...I don't think he works here?"

" Is this when we got to fight for our lives? I don't have no weapon."

The man tall, dark unruly hair not curly though it looks like a one of those emo people from the 2000's like my chemical romance vibes, he has a homeless man look on him...its kind of sexy thought but, he doesn't work here?

We watch him while towards us and goes to the head manager cubicle that two rows ahead of us. We look at each other and look down acting like we're working but, we really being nosy. We hear only indicant chatter and the strange man's voice, his name is Riuzaki? Or Rukai? I don't know and our manager asked again, and he ignored the question and started talking about something different. Kind of rude but, with the way our manager is I'd do the same; Maria looks at me and looks at the time and tells me it our lunch break so, we both get up and I make sure to push down my jacket a habit I did as a teen to look slimmer, we walk out and down the little pathway to the front of the office when we get close to the strange man I turn my head down, his eyes immediately traced to me and he stared at me and he turned, kind of weird his eye contact was intense!

We walked over to the company lunch places inside it's a tiny burger spot filled with American dishes; we haven't really eaten there so we decided to try it out since it was also raining. Maria order first, a chicken salad with extra chicken and cheese with a large drink and dessert then it's me, a cheeseburger with fries and a large drink with a cookie; we wait a bit and sat down at a two-seat table and we talk about the sight we just saw.

" I wonder if he's trying to get a job here? "

" For what though? we ain't got nothing available yet."

" What if they fired somebody!? I heard but I didn't hear from department C that somebody was overusing company resources and they got let go."

" Omg, who?" Maria was going to say but we hear a buzz, and our food was ready we grabbed a tray and the person who gave us our orders gives me a look, ya'know the look of ' Breaking that diet huh?' Its common but still is annoying so I mean mug him back and he backs off. Sitting down we talk about our topics of choice like vacations, fashion trends, the latest news when the man from earlier comes down; didn't even see him till he pulled up a chair beside me and stared. Like what?

" Oh, Hello!" I introduced myself and Maria does the same, but how says nothing and stared at me.

" Are you going to eat that?" He points at a strawberry cookie I got, I look and shake my head "no' even though I was saving it I give it to him and smiled. He takes it and thanks me and then turned to Maria and asked how she feels about the company. Now, Maria is a sweet girl but, if she can't say her opinion without lying so she tries to say it's wonderful but, he caught on.

" Don't lie. I'm not going to do anything."

" Oh! but I'm not! really it's a won-"

" Your eyes turned up, when some people lie, they eyes turn up to think of somethings. Your hands turned over into a clasped position saying you're more of nervous than calm when I asked."

She's shocked and so am I, he takes a bite of the cookie and then looks at me to which I look away and he stares at me; deep black eyes pierced into, and I just look away because if I looked back what if he jumps me and I gotta kick and scream like that would be so embarrassing!

" Are you nervous?

" No, never"

" Hm...You look uncomfortable" He continued eating and I looked at Maria with a head tilt.

" So, what's making me uncomfortable."

" Your clothes, your shoes are hurting your feet by the way you walked quickly, and you have the heels of them off" He responded quickly, and I was shocked I mean he didn't lie. I just look and Maria excused her and mouthed ' Whoop his ass' and went to the bathroom, so now it's just us. We look at each other and I just shook my head and began eating again. He just looks at me and then turns his body towards me completely.

" What?"

" Do you like your position here?"

If I had the choice between working here and $20, I would pick $20 and a bag of skittles, it has it benefits from time to time but it not worth the headaches and long hours and I tell him just that. He hums and says nobody ever been that honest and I could care less, I listen and eat when he asked another question.

" If you're really don't like how you look why don't you change it"

It wasn't even a question it was like a statement like he knew, he knew from when he stared at me, he watched me. I look at him shocked and I just chuckled and threw the rest of my food away and left, texting Maria that I got sick. Walking away I see him get up and follow me, so ignored him; he just walked beside me and just looks either at me or around him hunched over like he finna throw up. Like what compells somebody to say that? Did he think I'm the one to try to play around with thing you'll get a good joke ooutta me? I should've shoved that damn drink up his stuck up ugy big headed-

" Your mumbling"

"...ok"

" If what I said made you mad just say it"

" If I did I'll go to jail for man slaughter."

He just chuckled, even though I'm pissed he sounded a little smexyyy but, I'll still beat his ass. I keep walking towards the parking lot, and he grabbed my arm asking can he be honest.

" I mean if back there wasn't honest I don't know what is"

He just stared (he got a staring problem) and began talking about how he meant that he saw me adjusting my jacket a habit he saw a lot of girls do when they want to look slimmer, then he saw the look his manger gave us me when I walked past, he said it was in utter disgust. As he went on all the insecurities from the past came again the girl inside of me just began to show, I looked at him blank, my hands started to sweat, my thoughts ran through me like a train, and I couldn't hold it anymore as a sob slipped through like butter from my mouth. I wiped my face and took a deep breath.

" Being a girl in Japan is hard, being black in Japan is harder, being a fat girl and black in Japan is like a war zone every day in my mind. From stares, to the so called ' complements', to everything inside growing out of me is like a constant war zone. Having men look at me like a 3rd class citizen is the problem, having girls treat me like I'm beneath them was the problem and no one had a problem with it."

" But who could care? It's not like I can change what they say with the attitude they expect from a black girl. I'm not perfect but, they wanted me to be and how am I going to achieve that? Huh?"

I stopped for one second and he just said nothing, all the bottled-up feelings I've had just overwhelmed me and I overshared.

" I think your perfect"

" Lying is a sin ya'know"

" Then good I'm an atheist. Your look is perfect."

How can somebody look perfect? With a body like this, my skin to people in this country are like a permanent plague, and my hair is just a warning to them on its own. I am not perfect, but he thinks I am. He's trying to help me feel better and it's not going to work.

" If this is perfect then-'

" You're not going to believe something if you denie it so much."

This man says that beautiful is different to everyone, like what people grew up with which is skinny, fair skin, and cute people they think it's a standard and everyone that's not all three of those traits are ugly. He said the way I feel is how he felt as a child he was never built manly, he was always so small and skinny people thought he was sick. It never bothered him; he seemed wiser as a kid then the whole world at its years; I couldn't even disagree with any statements I always found how people views change when they see unique things or common things and associate them with ugliness or beauty.

" For a homeless man your very smart"

"...I'm not homeless."

" Oh...then why you dress like you've seen a clothing store in life."

" I have seen a clothing store. I just don't see the appeal of dressing up."

He's an emo hippie. But nevertheless, I just listen and make my own few points. We continued walking and he stops me again.

" What's your name?"

" Reader Last Name, and your?

" Call me L"

' Hello L"

" Hello Reader"

Now we walk in comfortable silence, by the time I'm by the garage L asked for my number, his contact now ' Emo Hippie' and mines?

'My Perfect'

A.N: ( i finshed! I love this one because i feel this irl about my body type but, i got over it and it's kind of hard to write L's dialogue without making him sound rude because he's only nonchalant. But, let me know if you like it!

#black fem reader #x black reader #chubby reader #black reader #x chubby reader #death note #l x reader #body image #cherizzx

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hot-take-tournament · 9 months

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HOT TAKE TOURNAMENT!

TOURNAMENT OVERTIME #166

Submission 515

if you must ship Jesus with one of his disciples then at least ship him with John

look I'm a Christian (but like not the bad kind) and I don't personally ship Jesus with anyone cause that feels a bit too much rpf-y for me but I see people (jokingly, I assume, for the most part, but also this is the internet so I know some people are very serious about this) ship Jesus with either Judas or Peter and like....... tell me your knowledge of the Bible is the few Bible stories you remembered from sunday school as a kid without telling me that your knowledge of the Bible is the few Bible stories you remembered from sunday school as a kid. like yeah sure there's all these great stories about these guys that kids learn about! everyone who has some basic knowledge of the whole easter deal knows Judas and if you've learned any stories about Jesus with the disciples then you probably know about Peter. but like........ John is the guy. like go read the book of John if you don't believe me. like this is the guy who is canonically (fun reminder that the term "canon" originates from people discussing the Bible long long ago) "the disciple who Jesus loved." like Sufjan Stevens, king of "is he talking about his boyfriend or Jesus" refers to John & Jesus' relationships in his song "John My Beloved" which is hella gay and like it's all right there!!!!!! like this is so strange for me to be invested in because I'm not like someone who actively ships them but like if I wasn't religious and all I would be all over this and the fact that people keep being like "hehe Jesus and Judas~~~" when there's like no textual evidence for that!!! it's just people seeing the kiss of betrayal and liking some dramatic stuff!!! and the people who bring up Peter instead are the same!!! like you're just applying fanfic tropes to a dynamic and deciding that you like it instead of like looking at what's actually there in canon!!!!!!!! like at least do cool blasphemy or whatever I hate that I care about this. I hate that I wrote all of this. I have no dog in this fight. whoever wins I lose because I don't want to care about this in any way but I do and it's horrible and I just wish people would at least talk about the guy who when having to read his gospel like a year ago for something, I was left with the thought of "huh....... if I didn't know any better I'd say that there was something going on here"

Propaganda is encouraged!

Also, remember to reblog your favourite polls for exposure!

Now this is the discourse I live for.

Also, if your otp is chriscariot (Jesus/Judas) or chrisrock (Jesus/Simon Peter), fight for your ship in the notes!

#hot take tournament #tournament poll #tumblr tournament #tumblr poll #tumblr bracket #hot take #unpopular opinion #hot take overtime #otp #religion #cw religion #christianity #jesus christ #jesus

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mrs-bucky-barnes106 · 6 months

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I Love You, Donna Karan

pairing: bucky barnes x reader (named angela)

word count: 3.5k

comments, likes, reblogs, and suggestions highly appreciated <3

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"So, I guess that's it. It's over," you sighed, gently pulling your hands back from Bucky's. You sat in a booth at Chubby's across from him, and he was letting you down easy. Not that you were phased. You knew what you were signed up for dating him.

"Two weeks," Bucky smiled apologetically, clasping his hands together. "You knew that going in."

"I did," you nodded, grabbing your things and standing up to leave.

"Wait...w-where are you going?" Bucky looked up at you with his puppy dog eyes.

You scoffed. "Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were done letting me down easy. Go ahead," you raised your eyebrows as you sat back down.

Bucky looked a bit taken aback, "Never mind."

"Are you okay?" you frowned.

"You're just taking this so well," he scrunched up his face like he couldn't understand how someone could still be standing after he rejected them.

"It was a great two weeks. We had fun," you stated plainly.

"Yeah, we did," he agreed.

"So?"

"So...see ya?"

You quirked your lips, nodding slightly before grabbing your things and leaving the booth. You glanced back at him before climbing up the stairs to the exit, unable to figure out his true intentions.

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Bucky Barnes might be a heartbreaker, but you were no saint either. You dated around, landing on John, a guy from your history class who seemed semi-interesting. You were regretting your earlier judgements as he seemed to love talking about himself and stealing your fries more than anything. You sat across from him in Chubby's, consequently the same booth you had shared with Bucky that day you broke up last week.

"So, Angela, the coach says, 'Scooter!' That's what he calls me, Scooter," the boy smiled, so full of himself it made you physically cringe. "'Go in there and save the day.'"

"Gee what happened, Scooter?" you rested your chin in your palm, trying for a grin. How could someone be so interested in himself and so boring to talk to at the same time? You have to make an effort not to roll your eyes. That would be rude. At this point, you would give anything not to hear another one of his heroic tales from the lacrosse team. He was on the bench for God's sake.

"Well, I saved the day," he continued, pointing at himself with both hands like it wasn't clear enough that he couldn't talk about anything else. Then, he leaned forward and had the audacity to ask, "You wanna make out?"

Thankfully, your knight in shining armor appeared...in the form of Bucky. This was going to be interesting. At this point, anything was better than having to press your lips against John's crusty, chapped ones.

"Hey, Bucky," you reached out to pat his arm.

"Hey," Bucky replied. He reached down and picked up your book. "Is this...a book of sonnets?" he sounded surprised for whatever reason.

"Yes," you said incredulously, raising one eyebrow.

Bucky started giggling maniacally, and for some reason, it was contagious. You laughed lightly, asking, "Why are you giggling?"

"Am I?" His voice broke a little because of how high-pitched it was. This only made him giggle even more.

"What's the matter with you?" you frowned, genuinely confused by his behavior.

He turned around, still laughing like a little kid. You saw that he was locking eyes with Steve, who said something to him that you didn't quite catch.

Bucky turned around, locking eyes with you now. He stared straight into your eyes, and you were more than a little weirded out.

"Bucky, why are you looking at me like that?" You were serious now. You didn't like how strange he was being at all.

"Because I never have before...," he trailed off, dropping your book before walking away to talk to Steve.

What a weirdo, you thought before shaking your head and turning back to John.

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On Monday morning, you walked into school early to ask Mr. Fury a question about the history test. You found Bucky talking to Steve (who's surprised?) and walked up to them, hoping to talk to Bucky about the weirdness at Chubby's. Steve caught your eye, and it seemed like he was announcing your arrival to Bucky which caused him to turn around, look terrified, and bolt in the other direction.

Okay, now he was being even weirder than that night at Chubby's. You were suddenly nervous which made no sense. You were Angela Moore, you didn't get butterflies over boys.

Bucky ran into the janitor's closet and slammed the door behind him. Steve tried to open the door, but Bucky had evidently locked it.

"Hi, Angela," Steve smiled apologetically.

"Hi, Steve," you smiled back, raising your eyebrows.

"Uh, Bucky's in the closet," Steve explained as if you didn't just see him bolt in two seconds ago.

You walked up to the closet, pressing your ear lightly against the door. "Hey, Bucky," you greeted.

"Angela! You smell nice," Bucky replied.

You frowned. "What?" you mouthed to Steve. You rolled your eyes, walking away.

"Hey, Nat," you greeted as you passed her.

"Hey, Angela," she replied back, walking to Steve.

You went to get some water from the drinking fountain before realizing how chapped your lips were. You knew Nat would have some lip gloss you could borrow, so you walked back over to the corner she and Steve were in. Bucky was with them, so you guessed he got over his stay in the janitor's closet. When he saw you, he tried to bolt back into the closet before Nat stopped him and pushed him toward you. What was going on?

"Hey, Bucky," you laughed a little at the frazzled state he was in.

"Hi," he smiled shyly.

"Do you wanna go out and get something to eat later?" you asked. This way you could talk to him, just as friends, without it being weird.

"I'd like that," he replied.

You nodded. "Oh, I saw this, and I thought of you," you smiled, pulling out a seashell you found on the lake trip you took with your dad the day before. You handed it to him before leaving, "See ya."

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The next day, you found yourself at Chubby's again after school. You picked a table near the stairs this time, with high swivel chairs. Bucky walked over to where you were sitting after picking a song on the jukebox.

"Vivaldi's Four Seasons, I love that," you smiled up at him.

"So do I!" Bucky sounded genuinely enthusiastic.

"It's so beautiful. If you close your eyes, you can actually see the seasons change," you closed your eyes briefly, seeing it even now.

"I said that!" Bucky was smiling a mile wide. "I said the exact same thing." He took a sip of his cola.

"You know, I really like hanging out with you. Maybe we could see a movie later on this week," you suggested.

"I hear there's a new Van Damme movie opening," Bucky grinned, almost as if he knew...

"I love Van Damme," you beamed at him.

"I know," he let out a laugh. "So, how about Friday night?"

"Oh, I have plans with John that night," you rolled your eyes.

"You're still going out with John?" Bucky sounded taken aback.

"Yeah," you said slowly, scoffing a little.

"Oh." Why did he sound...disappointed? "I'd better go check on our food." He turned to leave.

What the heck was that? you thought, sighing. We're just friends, why is he acting so weird?

"Well, here we go," Bucky returned with your fries.

"Great," you picked one up to munch on.

"Can I ask you something?" Bucky was staring at you again...just like the other day you were at Chubby's.

"You can ask me anything." You meant it.

"What do you think of Steve and Nat?" he licked his lips, seemingly nervous like he needed you to tell the truth.

"I think they're a great couple," you nodded, satisfied with your response.

"Maybe we can have what they have." Well, that came out of nowhere.

"Bucky, we're not even dating," you frowned up at him.

"What do you call what we're doing right now?" Oh God, he didn't seriously think that...

"You asked me out on a date, right?" he smiled nervously.

"I asked you to go get something to eat," you stated plainly. So, this is why he was being weird. He...liked you. So why did your heart feel a pang as you let him down easy like he let you down two weeks ago? Why did you feel like saying yes to him despite everything?

"You gave me a seashell," his eyes were pleading now.

You looked down before staring back up into his eyes, "Sometimes a seashell is just a seashell." A beat.

"Look, Angela, I want to be with you more than anybody in this entire world," his eyes carried so much emotion that it was beginning to overwhelm you. "Why can't we be Steve and Nat?"

You frowned, looking down at the food before turning your eyes back to his. "I'm sorry. I gotta go," you frowned at him, grabbing your bag and making a quick exit up the stairs.

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On Friday, you were once again at Chubby's. That place seriously got a run for its money from the entire John Adams High student body. Even now, you saw about twenty of your classmates warming the other booths.

You were in the same booth as you were during your last date with John. This time, he sat next to you. He was chatting it up about his favorite subject per usual: himself. You sighed, munching on a fry and listening to his pathetic lacrosse bench boy tales when in came Bucky.

Why did he always crash your dates with John?

This time, he cut straight to the point, heading for your booth and sliding in across from the two of you. He held his hands up, "Angela, hear me out. It will just take a minute. You don't mind, do you?" This was directed to John.

"You want a fry?" John mumbled, his mouth full. Gross.

Bucky shook his head before continuing, "Look, I read the same books as you, I listen to the same music, and I go to the same movies. So when I tell you how I feel, it is not just words."

"Barnes, I'm on a date here. Come on," John grumbled. You glanced at him, frowning, before turning your attention back to Bucky.

"Why are you doing this?" you needed to know. Why was he pursuing you relentlessly? So he could break your heart for real next time? "We went out. You told me it was only going to be for two weeks, and then it was going to be over."

"I know that you're scared, okay? I'm scared, too." Bucky gestured with his hands, "We both love Vivaldi, and we're both scared."

"I'm scared, too," John cut in. You rolled your eyes in exasperation, before turning back to Bucky.

"Bucky, you've never been in a relationship for longer than two weeks, and neither have I. We wouldn't know what to do," you stared into his eyes, searching for some sign of his sincerity.

"You know what?" John cut in. "This is getting too heavy for me, so I'm taking my fries and I'm leaving."

"John!" You cried, only halfheartedly.

"Oh, I paid for these fries," he stated before walking out.

You didn't mind him leaving that much. It almost felt like he was crashing your conversation with Bucky rather than the other way around.

"Give me a chance," you had never seen Bucky more serious in the short time you'd known him. "I-I just want to see you."

You lowered your head, glancing up at him, trying to discern whether this was a terrible idea that would crash and burn in the next week.

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You were at Barelli's the next night, next to Bucky. This was definitely a step up from Chubby's, but you weren't sure if all this was necessary. You had worn the nicest thing you owned, a hunter green sleeveless dress. The table was covered with a white tablecloth that was the cleanest thing you had ever seen, and you didn't recognize half the dishes on the menu, including the strange appetizer currently on your table.

"Bucky, this is really fancy," you gestured down at everything covering the table.

"You think this is fancy? I don't think it's that fancy," he took a sip of water as you did. As soon as the glasses left your lips, two waiters were there ready to replace them. Bucky glanced at you, trying not to show how nervous he was.

"Bucky and Angela!" you turned around, finding Steve and Nat, dressed to the stars. "What a surprise, huh?" Steve chuckled.

"Hi, guys," Nat looked perplexed at finding you and Bucky here.

"Talk about coincidences," Steve looked too happy for this to be accidental. Of course, he would plan something like this. "Of all the restaurants in the town."

"Yeah, and all the suits," Bucky added, which you didn't understand, but you shrugged it off.

"Enjoy," Steve and Nat left you to find their own table.

The maitre d' appeared, "I have come to take your order. You no touch the pate. It's not good?"

"I really don't know what it is," Bucky frowned up at the maitre d'.

"It's...como si dice? Goose liver," he answered.

You swallowed, trying not to gag in front of the fancy maitre d' while Bucky made his grossed-out face at you.

"You requested it when you telephoned this afternoon," he continued.

"When I called, did I sound like I had curly hair and was ninety?" Bucky asked.

"Si," the maitre d' responded jovially.

After he left, you turned to your companion. "Bucky, you said you knew me. If you really knew me, why would you bring me here?"

Bucky hesitated, then pursed his lips before starting, "Because I have...no idea what I'm doing." Another pause. He started gesturing with his hands, "I-I don't know how to be myself around you. I really want you to like me, Angela."

"I do like you. If I didn't I wouldn't be here," you responded genuinely.

"So, then why is this so hard?" Bucky sounded slightly exasperated.

"I've never had a serious relationship either," you admitted. "Every time I got close to someone, I just figured it was best to get away before we hurt each other. Is someone gonna get hurt here, Bucky?"

Bucky looked long and hard at you before saying simply, "No. No, not if we're ourselves."

You looked down, swallowing, trying to convince yourself to believe he was being sincere.

"Hey, Eduardo," Bucky signaled over the maitre d'.

"Si?"

"Could you get rid of this and just bring us a couple of burgers?"

"You no like?" the maitre d' sounded miffed.

"No," Bucky stated simply, giving you a small smile.

"We like burgers," you added, returning the smile.

The maitre d' clapped, thankfully asking no further questions. "Barelli's is a place where all your dreams come true." He snapped his fingers at the waiter. "Two burgers!"

"Fries," you called. Very important.

"Oh, yeah, and get some ketchup, too," Bucky added. Essential.

"Hmm!" the maitre d' looked appalled, but he turned away, complying with your wishes.

Bucky turned back to you, "Do you mind if I take this tie off?"

"Oh, please, never wear a tie again, okay?" you leaned forward to loosen it for him. Bucky chuckled. "Why do you have that thing anyway? It can't be yours."

Bucky worked at loosening his tie further, tilting his head as he looked up at you, "Well, you know, I'm not one to give up any names, but...Steve. All of this was Steve." He smiled apologetically, "He's a good guy. He just wants us to have what he and Nat have.

The two of you glanced over to the other side of the restaurant.

"That's it! I have had it!" Nat stood up, throwing down her napkin, raising her hands up in frustration at Steve. "I don't want to put the Sweet'N Low in my purse!"

Steve shushed her vigorously, glancing around surreptitiously as if checking to make sure no one had heard her outburst. "You're going to get us in trouble in our place!"

"I don't want this to be our place!" Nat screeched.

"You're ruining our anniversary!" Steve whined.

"What anniversary is this anyway? Is this the first time we kissed? The first time we went out? The first time we met? What? What is it?" Nat was running her mouth a mile a minute, drilling Steve faster than you could keep up.

"It's the anniversary of the first time we ate at Barelli's! How could you forget?" poor Steve sounded genuinely upset.

"Because I hate Barelli's!" Nat sounded even more upset. "I am 50 years away from going to Barelli's! Can't we just go downtown and grab a pretzel from a cart?!"

"Fine! I'm not making you happy? Go!" Steve shouted. "You think you're going to find somebody else at your age?"

Nat was clearly holding back her next words, bringing her hands up, her perfect french manicure glinting in the dim lighting of the restaurant.

The maitre d' came back out with a consternated expression, "Signora Nat, I must request that you keep your voice down!" He sounded pained.

Nat actually growled at the maitre d' who recoiled immediately. "Thank you so much," he left quickly at that.

As comical as your friends' fight was, you couldn't help but feel nervous. "This is what scares me. You get close to someone, and you end up hating each other."

"Angela, there's nothing to be scared of," Bucky gave you that boyish grin he had perfected over his many years of flirting. "When two people are truly, truly in love, there's no way they can end up hating each other."

"Steve, look at us!" you turned your attention back to Nat who was once again taking it out on Steve. "I am yelling at you, and you're not even getting mad at me."

"Grrr," Steve gave the saddest attempt at a growl you had ever witnessed. Even the baby lion cubs at the zoo could do better. You had to laugh at that, grinning at Bucky to know it was okay.

Nat laughed in his face, "You call that a growl? That was pathetic."

Steve's face split into the inkling of a smile, "Well, I could never really get mad at you."

Nat was calmer now, "Steve, I just don't want to celebrate any more occasions."

"I-I was just doing it 'cause I thought that's what you wanted," Steve looked more amused than anything else.

"No! I just want to be seventeen."

"Me too." At that, Steve cleared the table, pushing all the expensive dishes off the table where they crashed loudly into the ground. Eduardo came out of the kitchen, screaming as Steve pushed Nat against the table, kissing her so passionately that it would make Romeo jealous.

You and Bucky grinned at them. "Bucky?"

"Angela?" he turned back to face you.

"I want what they have," you said before leaning in to plant a gentle kiss to his soft pink lips. Pulling apart, you looked up at him, noticing for the first time that there was a little green in those ocean eyes of his. You smiled at each other, realizing that everything would be okay. You would give this a try because you knew you could trust him to like you as much as you found yourself liking him.

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A week later, Bucky picked you up to come over for Thanksgiving at the apartment with Sam and Clint. The Rogers were with you, arms loaded up with various dishes for the big dinner.

Morgan opened the door to the apartment.

"Hey! Look, Clint, they found our turkey," clearly Sam had failed to procure and cook one himself. He eyed the one Mr. Fury was holding with palpable relief written all over his face.

"Did you two actually believe that we thought you could pull this off, huh?" Tony asked them as he walked in.

"You guys can't make toast," Morgan smirked at them.

"Sam, do you at least have some clean dishes?" Pepper asked, disappointment already on her face.

"No," he grinned at her, totally unashamed at the barren state of his kitchen.

"I'll carve the bird," Mr. Fury pronounced. "Now, everybody wants dark meat, right?"

"No!" everyone shouted in unison.

"I'm so glad I'm here, Bucky," you smiled up at him. He held out his hand for your taking before he walked the two of you into the apartment.

"Um, before we sit down, I'd like to say thanks for all the good things that have happened to us," Bucky announced to the family. "And to me," he added quietly, locking eyes with you once more.

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the-fandom-is-now-my-life · 1 year

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This is a little something from @sheepispink idea with the grand sage reader

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The foreigner that appeared out of thin air was both a headache and a stress reliever for Al haitham.

One one hand how does one live such a mundane life for them to leave no traces behind yet somehow amass such a great and vast quantity of knowledge the own dendro archon wanted a personal meeting.

No matter where he went, how he asked or even who he asked al-haitham couldn't get a solid background. Yes, there seemed to be enough proof that you might have came from a lone village, some people think hearing baby cries and toddlers babbles around a seemingly desserted cabin, yet the local school held no record of you being enrolled, all 10 children there not matching your profile.

After months of searching there seems ti be only one answer. A natural prodigy that learned everything from scratch and some books people would leave on their tables.

After all, beggars can't be choosers and he assigns you the title of great sage. One down he guesses, less job left to do.

Traveler didn't seem too freaked out about it after all a natural prodigy was one of the more normal sounding things in his life right now. Up until a meeting nahida offered to take him.

"So you know everything" He asked breaking the silence that was formed long before they came. In a way he was assuring you were aware of their presence, too engrossed measuring some herbs that later he would find out were tea leaves.

"Traveler!" Nahida pitched in, already knowing you don't like being interrupted before the tea was served

" Mhm?" You didn't take your eyes off the bluish flowered you were measuring " some people say that. I think I know just enough to get by" the hot water was transferred from a ceramic teapot to a glass one, slowly infusing with the blue flowers

" The traveler wanted to ask you something" nahida was seated in a cushion facing you. You still were focused in your tea ritual, now cutting lemons and limes. You only answered with a little sound

" If you know so much, then you must know where my sister is." He sits straight as if already knowing you won't tell him straightforward

You take your time to answer, pouring everyone a cuo" I can't tell you that just yet" you squeeze the slice of lemon over your cup, slowly turning from blue to purple " that information isn't available to me just yet, my abilities have a limit. You know?"

" What?" Aether was surprised

" After the death of-" you stop, swiftly looking at nahida " my patron god my knowledge only extends to things that are set in stone, if the future might change then i can't know it. I'm sorry"

He noticed the quick way your eyes went over nahida when you mentioned death. Could you? " Nahida, can you let the traveler and I speak alone? We got private matters to speak of" nahida was a bit stunned but agreed

" The only thing that i know about lumine is that she is working closely with the abyss and that she won't let you get to her until you traveled and went through every if the seven nations, i guess she wants you to see the true nature of this world" one of your hands stirred the tea" from the laziness to the pride to the wrath" you sip the tea, leaning back " or so i think! It could be anything really!"

" You are not from this world " he simply said

" Ugh, don't tell me you also believe in that strange theory of me being an alien or something strange like that…"

" Then how do you explain knowing that Greater Lord Rukkhadevata isn't nahida. And the fact she di-" paimon insisted like a child wanting to get answers

" Enough" the hand around his shoulder wasn't specially heavy or painful yet it made him tense up" In the same way a kid can't order its parents around the Irminsul can't boss me around. Now. I think you should leave before I make you"

Aether looks up, eyes blown wide. Your patience preceded you, seeing you snap like that took him off guard. He leaves just as you ordered as does paimon

Your finger dances against the rim of the teacup lightly laughing " my god. He is so dumb to actually believe that fake acting. I was so close too cringing" you down the tea

" Maybe I went off too strong, but either way I needed him to believe I'm from this world" you cup your face between your hands " ugh, why did i have to slip like that with the nahida stuff. If they found out I'm from another word it would be such a pain"

You stand up and walk to the bedroom, your last meeting already done seeming and already tired of tomorrows occurrences, surely al-haitham would come first thing in the morning, asking about some niche subject, a few of the akademia students would come with the same problem as the others, and maybe if you were lucky you would get to walk around and help a seller or an ermite with a mundane inconvenience, get lunch and go on with a lazy life.

If only you could skip over to lunch everyday.

Just as you guessed at 6:30 on the dot al-haitham was knocking down on your door, and next to him was another test you guessed

" Morning. Hope you rested well" just as always he found you prepping the breakfast

" Thanks. I hope you slept well too"

" Today I just need you to name some plants I got. This test was specifically made by the biology branch and the forest rangers so i will be checking your answers with the piece of paper that was provided" you buttered a toast, sprinkling some spices over it

" They said these are the easiest ones, so let's get them out of the way"

A sunssettia, an apple and an harra fruit were set behind you. Just as you thought about it a screen appeared over each of them and you just read it out

" Those are are Syzygium samarangense, or a sunssettia" you pointed from the left to the right " Malus domestica, a common apple, and Terminalia chebula, harra fruit"

" Easy wasn't it?"

" I thought that you came over for a test, not a chat. I would have accepted your offering if you asked me out, scribe, you don't have to beat around the bush" you tease him, if he wasn't so stuck up you would have kissed him already.

" Hush" he places two leaves, one rounder and wider and other thin and long. Immediately two pages pop up. "They said these were a bit too specific so don't force it too much"

" Is the first one a liyue money plant?" Al-haitham nods lightly " and the other is citronella"

" Very well. All of them are right. Just as yesterday" you just smile mockingly

" Did you expect anything else from me?" He sighs and grabs a toast

" It's to make sure. How much cayenne did you add to the paste, i think it's too overbearing"

" Just 5 grams or so" you were already expecting that he wouldn't be content with the expected questions

" And this weighs around 340 grams" he weighs the bowl with one hand. He looks at you " how much of this dip is cayenne pepper? Quick"

A red and white page opens up, you quickly input a simple reason:

340gr — 100%

5gr — x%

Automatically the answer pops up in a red square

X% = 1.47059%

" Around 1.47%. Either way that bowl is a bit heavy so it could be a bit higher"

" It could be. Are you sure you only used 5 grams? It is a bit too spicy for breakfast.

" Oh i just estimated but I think I did add at least quadruple the amount " you laugh

" Well, goodbye. I hope tomorrow you will welcome me with something more edible." he grabs the leaves and papers he spread around the table before tucking them in his bag

"Even a baby could it this" you make fun of him "oow, is the little baby sad? Do you want milk or a change of diapers?"

" I think it is enough with your jokes" he seems irritated but deep down you know he find it funny

" If there is anyone outside, tell them I won't wake up until around 8." You beg him. You just want one breakfast without correcting an undergrad thesis

" I will. Don't worry"

He leaves and for a second you hold your breath.

5 seconds without someone knowing on your door. It feels like a dream. Grabbing an idli and a spoon with the spicy dip you slowly fill the idli before eating it. As soon as you swallow you are interrupted again

" Great sage! I beg you to please review my thesis" another student comes knocking on your door with tears in their eyes. If haven't gone through the pain they are suffering you would have kicked them out

" Let me have a look then" you must have sounded really annoyed given how quickly the student brought it out.

As soon as you open it a word- like document appears in front of it. The grammatical errors are in red, the orthographic mistakes in yellow and the things that were wrong fundamentally were highlighted in purple

" Fundamentally you made no mistakes, everything is true. But you should check these sentences." You tap the handle edge of the spoon against the paper where the document was marked red

" It could be read better as 'Its object is a practical one, to determine by scientific considerations the shape of lens best adapted to improve the capabilities of the telescope, which had been invented not long before.' Maybe you could expand on this and it would be very interesting to see this too " you write some annotations on a spare napkin.

" !!! Thanks a lot grand sage" she grabs the napkins and looks over them before reaching for the door

" Hey kid!" She looks over her shoulder " make sure to eat something. You almost blacked out standing up too fast " she smiles and waves you goodbye

As soon as she left a merchant dressed in fine silks marches in, you already knew him, he already visited you with questions about investments

" Mhm? Why are you visiting again? Having questions about what to invest in again?" You open and fill another idli and swallow it whole

" Not this time, grand sage!" He laughs loudly " I just wanted to run this by you. It's the estimated budget for the carpets the akademia asked for! " He beams, he might be a bit old, maybe old enough to be your father but he still keeps that youthful shine.

" Mh… I think there is a mistake. This is the budget for 18 green emerald carpets and 25 brown jars. The akademia asked for 55 green emerald carpets but also 40 brown coffee ones" you read over the codes written at the side comparing them to the ones that were on your Excel. It's a good thing you saved the pricing list of this merchant's items with its code when he showed it to you

" oh?" His smile drops as he looks at the paper, after noticing the mistake he apologizes " I'm sorry, I should have checked to make sure I got the right one, if you wait for me a few minutes I could have someone run up to my house-"

Using the same pen you wrote the notes for the student you write on the back of the sheet " well i kind of remember the prices so let me make a draft and if it's too different return here." Quickly sliding the ink around the paper you form messy words " the price for one of the green carpets was 2000 mora but it was an outdated price so let standardized it with the other merchants and leave it at…" a page displays the prices of certain items, the carpet being " 2300, we want 55 of those so 126500 mora for that. The price of the brown one is a bit more expensive so let's leave it at 2500 leaving us at 226500 total. " You finally take a deep breath giving him the note

The man looks at you, face slightly pale "uh? I- I will compare, if the price is too different i will send you the correct one" he fold the page over itself with the new contents inside before putting it in the pocket of his coat

You look at the wall clock, you just finished breakfast and already want it to be lunch and finish all your duties.

" Well then. Who is next?" You yell to the door trying to pick up the pace. Slowly as the caffeine floods your veins you feel a bit more cheery " let's see who I can help today"

#genshin impact #gi #genshin sagau #📕 great sage #al haitham x reader #if you squint #like maybe seed if it #isekai reader

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hauntedestheart · 1 year

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Artist Development (Male Possession)

Fame can change people. More specifically, fame can change people into me.

Who am I? I'm nobody and everybody. The biggest star in the world and a complete mystery at the same time. I've sold millions of records without anyone learning my name– you've heard my music, you just didn't know it was mine.

Wondering how this is possible? Let me tell you. I will remain anonymous and names will be redacted, but here's the tea on one of the industry's best kept secrets.

I was just a kid from Nowhere, Iowa (so to speak) who thought music was going to be my ticket out, and I was so sure about it that I dropped out of school and chased my dreams all the way to LA. After all, I was a great singer, played twelve instruments, wrote my own songs... surely I had everything it took to become the next big sensation in music!

Cue the laugh track.

Labels were always excited to meet with me after hearing my demos, but the second they saw my face they couldn't get me out of the room fast enough. I wasn't ugly, just... plain. Unremarkable. Average. And labels aren't interested in signing someone you could see walking down the street.

See, the sad thing about the music industry is that talent is only about 10% of what it takes. Maybe 15% on a good day. Having a successful career is 50% image (a fancy way of saying "being hot"), and that was something that I lacked.

But that remaining 40%? That's how willing you are to play the game, and that ended up being my saving grace.

My career was going nowhere fast, and after years of being beaten down by the industry I was on the verge of calling it quits and limping back home to Iowa. Then I got a call from a label (that shall remain nameless) asking for a meeting.

After years of rejecting me they were now offering me a deal: a guaranteed album release, collaborations with the best writers and producers in the business, a national tour, and a multi-million dollar marketing push.

The catch? I wouldn't be doing it as me.

Apparently the label had snapped up some kid that they were convinced had tons of star potential, but executives were nervous that he was a bit too green to succeed in the industry and they had come up with a radical new solution that could revolutionize artist development. Their r&d team had developed certain technology that could transfer consciousness from one human to another, effectively allowing them complete control over another person's body and live as them indefinitely.

The plan was to implant someone else into the kid's body and have them bear the brunt of his early years– someone with talent, experience, and most importantly, someone desperate that they could control. Someone just like me.

Though what we were doing was entirely legal (just a tip to any aspiring artists out there, always read the fine print in your contracts), for obvious reasons the label wanted to keep it on the down-low. The deal was that I'd "help" him through his first album, and then disappear into the shadows... but during that time I'd get to be a superstar.

Naturally I was conflicted. It was a tempting offer, but it was strange knowing that none of the success would truly be mine. No one would ever know my name. Was a hollow victory better than a defeat? Was I willing to sacrifice my artistic integrity for success?

Turned out the answer was "yes."

What sealed the deal for me was when they showed me a picture of the kid... a tall, strapping white boy who looked like he was built in a lab by thirsty gay men. I'd get to live my dream, and I'd get to do it looking like that? I'd be an idiot to pass that up.

So I accepted and turned him into the superstar he is today. Perhaps you've heard of him.

I spent two years piloting his body while he got his career off the ground, and with his face and my talent it wasn't long until I was topping the charts... and plenty of groupies as well. Fame is the ultimate aphrodisiac, but having tight abs doesn't hurt either! His penis was actually smaller than mine (bummer) but the rest of the package more than made up for it; the face of the boy next door with a body built for sin.

After years of being unremarkable, being a star went to my head fast and I'm not ashamed to admit that I became a bit of a slut... but trust me, if you could experience what it's like to be the hottest young thing on the scene, you'd do the same. I used that guy's body to fuck men and women in every city across America, and I even managed to do it without tarnishing his good boy image.

As long as I never missed a show or appointment, the suits were happy– and it helped that I was sucking them off behind their wives' backs.

(Like I said, you have to be willing to play the game.)

Eventually my contract ended and the label allowed the artist to resume control of his own body, but they were so pleased by my performance that they asked me to help them out with someone else– an established artist whose wild behavior was becoming a bit of a liability. Would I mind stepping in for him for a bit and helping get his career back on track after a few scandals?

And since then my life has been a whirlwind of different bodies. I've become the industry's invisible hatchet man, the enforcer who gets called in to deal with singers who need a bit of extra attention.

I've done it all: broken in newbies, rebranded stars, stood in for legends. I did a year in South Korea as a Kpop star– didn't speak a word of Korean, but that doesn't matter when you're as beautiful as he was. Name a boy band, I've probably spent at least a week as one of their members. I'm everywhere.

By this point I've lived so many lives that it would be pointless to list them all, so I'll stick to the greatest hits.

I took over the body of the frontman of a rock band who didn't want to "sell out" by going in the more sexual, commercial direction that the label wanted for them– which I, of course, had no qualms about. His shirt came off, and everyone was happy about what was underneath.

The other members of the group were skeptical at first, but I can be very persuasive when I put my mind to it. A lot of their fans wound up absolutely hating the new music, but hey, that wasn't any of my business!

Being onstage as a rock star is electrifying, when the music pounds and the crowd screams I feel like an absolute god. When I was up there shaking that wiry body around I knew that every single person in that room wanted to fuck me, and the second I got offstage I did my best to let them. Even if they didn't like the music, none of them complained when I invited them back to my dressing room.

And let me tell you, alt-rock groupies? They're freaky.

A lot of the artists I get assigned to are skinny young men (because every label thinks they're going to launch the next teen idol) so it's always a treat when I get to work as someone a bit more... let's say mature.

Once a popular r&b singer got into a dispute with his label over not wanting to film a certain feline related movie, so I was brought in to smooth things out in my own special way.

His voice wasn't that great but damn, could he move. I had to take a crash course in dancing but thanks to his body's muscle memory in a few weeks I was doing flips and splits I'd never dreamed of. The things his body could do were insane, and I took full advantage of that.

Strictly speaking about bodies, his was the best I've had. He was big in a way a lot of the other guys weren't, huge biceps and rippling pecs that I loved to show off. A hell of an ass too, though I didn't get much use out of it because he had the biggest penis I'd ever seen on a man and I wanted to cram that elephant trunk into everything I could.

A lot of the time, when I look in the mirror at the bodies of these superstars, I wish that I could suck on their dick. But in his body? If I bent over I actually could.

Honestly I hated the music I made as him– but man, I miss that dick.

I had similar motivations for spending a few months as an up and coming country music star– a bit more indie than my usual jobs, but I jumped at the chance to try out being a bigger guy (because let's face it, there aren't enough of those in the industry).

After years of cycling between bodies with abs it was a bit of a shock to suddenly have a gut, but the experience was even better than I could have dreamed. It's sensual in a different way– the feeling of all that soft flesh sliding under my hands still haunts my dreams.

Plus he was openly gay (another rarity, look at that) which meant I didn't have to keep my usual nighttime escapades on the down low. I didn't feel any less sexy– quite the opposite actually, I've never had people worship my body as hard as the guys I hooked up with when I was a scruffy bear cub.

Being gym trained hunks isn't exactly a hardship, but I did tell my management to keep an eye out for any more jobs like this one.

But probably my favorite experience was when I spent eight months helping a certain reggaeton artist break into the US market. The sex I had using that body? Out of this world.

I'm not sure what it was but his body was just built for sex. It oozed out of every inch of him, from those bulging tattooed arms to the hefty seven inches (soft!) he was packing down below. There was even a music video where someone sucked on my toes, because apparently even his feet were sexy.

This was the closest I ever came to getting fired, but I couldn't help it! I was constantly horny, all I could think about was drinking and screwing. I ended up overindulging a bit and the paparazzi caught some snaps of me stumbling out of a party naked and well... even though this guy had nothing to be ashamed of, it wasn't my proudest moment.

My ass was saved because the pictures blew up on Twitter in a good way, so his management decided that having a sexy bad boy image was actually good for him. Getting paid to party, have one night stands, and dance around shirtless? I have the best job in the world, and I never want to lose it.

Currently I'm assigned to a new guy, some viral online sensation that the label is worried will be just a one-hit wonder and needs the help of my special brand of direction.

I'm excited because I'm already seeing tons of "potential" in him... we're gonna make sweet music together, I can tell.

Gif sources: (x) (x)

#male possession #male body swap #a bit of a longer one and I'm not sure how I feel about it but I like the concept #any resemblance to artists real or fictional is a wacky coincidence (and a great compliment)

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dandylion240 · 4 days

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Can you do the whole Ultimate Relationship list for Jayden & Evan? I'm patient, so no rush! (plus, turnabout is fair play, right?) ;-)

thanks!

Jayden and Evan - thank you for asking!

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice?

Neither. It wasn't always like that though. In the early years of their relationship he would lose his patience with Evan especially when he'd bring work home and Evan wanted to talk to Jayden.

Who threatens to leave but never actually does?

Early in their relationship Evan threatened to leave because he felt unappreciated and invisible. He felt that the only thing that mattered to Jayden was his job. So he gave Jayden an ultamatum and Jayden didn't think he would.

Who actually keeps their word and leaves?

Evan did. He got his own apartment in the City and moved out.

Who trashes the house?

Neither.

Do either of them get physical?

Never.

How often do they argue/disagree?

They disagree quite often. Over the years they've learned to sit down and talk things through. If they can't do that they seek out their dad friend, Hayle, and ask for advice.

Who is the first to apologise?

Evan probably sees the need to apologise first where Jayden had to learn that there are times he needs to apolgolise. It was a difficult lesson and one where he almost lost Evan for good.

Sex:

Who is on top? Who is on the bottom?

Jayden is top and Evan is bottom. However due to Jayden's physical limitations they mostly cuddle in bed except for when Jayden is feeling especially well.

Who has the strangest desires?

I don't think either of them have any strange desires.

Any kinks?

None

Who’s dominant in bed?

Probably Jayden; although Evan has his moments and Jayden is more than willing to let him.

Is head ever in the equation?

Quite likely.

If so, who is better at performing it?

Evan is

Ever had sex in public?

Well there was that one time in the backyard in Jayden's parents hot tub. They were both in high school at the time.

Who moans the most?

Probably Evan but neither one is especially loud or vocal

Who leaves the most marks?

Neither.

Who screams the loudest?

Neither.

Who is the more experienced of the two?

Their experience is exactly the same. They were each other's first and only.

Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’?

Definitely make love.

Rough or soft?

When they were younger they were experimental but they never got extremely rough with each other. Over the years though they've had to make adjustments to accomodate things that Evan wouldn't do and things that Jayden couldn't do anymore.

How long do they usually last?

Before Jayden's back injury they could go for a long time but now it depends upon his pain level.

Is protection used?

Mostly

Does it ever get boring?

Not for them

Where is the strangest place they’d have sex?

Jayden's parent's hot tub when they were teenagers.

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children?

Yes they do. Jayden always wanted a large family.

If so, how many children do your muses want/have?

Jayden always wanted four. After his accident they had difficulty getting pregnant and after they lost their son they decided not to try again. They looked into adoption and were lucky to get approved to adopt Ryan. Jayden is happy witht he family he has.

Who is the favorite parent?

Evan knows his kids love him but he's well aware that he's not the favorite. He doesn't begrudge Jayden that honor either.

Who is the authoritative parent?

They both are. They discuss things together and back each other up so that the kids can't go to the other to get a different answer.

Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school?

They both do. Sometimes they'll just go do something as a family or stay at home and play games. Everyone needs a day off now and then.

Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around?

Neither. They trust the kids not to over indulge when there are treats around.

Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children?

Neither Josie and Ryan are into many extra curricular activities. For a a couple of years Josie was a cheer leader but quit once Jolene graduated and wasn't there to pressure her. Ryan was on the swim team. But Jayden and Evan went to everything their kids were in to support them.

Who goes to parent teacher interviews?

They both go.

Who changes the diapers?

They took turns changing diapers.

Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby?

They took turns.

Who spends the most time with the children?

Jayden does. He works from home due to his back injury so he's home when the kids come home from school and he's there when the kids go to school.

Who packs their lunch boxes?

Jayden does mostly except on days he can't get out of bed then Evan does it.

Who gives their children ‘the talk’?

They do it together even though Jayden will be thinking they can't be old enough for the talk yet.

Who cleans up after the kids?

Jayden cleans up after the kids go to school and Evan is at work. He has all day to a little bit at a time.

Who worries the most?

Jayden tends to worry more.

Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from?

From school or their cousins. Neither Jayden or Evan swear or at least not that much.

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle?

They both like to cuddle.

Who is the little spoon?

Jayden is.

Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places?

Neither

Who struggles to keep their hands to themselves?

Both. They're both quite handsy but they do limit it to holding hands, hugs and kisses when the kids are around.

How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable?

It depends a lot on Jayden's pain level. Sometimes a few minutes sometimes an hour or so.

Who gives the most kisses?

Evan does. Although Jayden gives a lot too.

What is their favourite non-sexual activity?

Cuddling on the couch watching one of Evan's favorite romantic movies together.

Where is their favourite place to cuddle?

On the couch. Jayden is probably lying down with this head in Evan's lap and Evan is running his fingers through Jayden's hair.

Who is more likely to playfully grope the other?

Probably Evan especially if he's trying to distract Jayden from worrying about something.

How often do they get time to themselves?

Not as often as they used to before kids but they do plan weekends when the kids are staying with their cousins or with Hayle and Chris.

Sleeping:

Who snores?

Neither

If both do, who snores the loudest?

n/a

Do they share a bed or sleep separately?

They share although Evan has offered to sleep on the couch when any motions causes Jayden excruciating pain.

If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart?

They prefer to cozy up together whenever Jayden's pain level allows.

Who talks in their sleep?

Evan talks in his sleep.

What do they wear to bed?

They wear boxers

Are either of your muses insomniacs?

Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside?

Yes sometimes Jayden needs to take something to help him sleep when his pain is especially bad.

Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side?

They often fall asleep holding each other.

Who wakes up with bed hair?

Both

Who wakes up first?

Evan usually wakes up first unless Jayden wakes up due to pain.

Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other?

Evan does.

What is their favourite sleeping position?

They like to fall asleep on their sides with some part of them touching each other.

Who hogs the sheets?

Evan is prone to hog the sheets.

Do they set an alarm each night?

Yes. Evan sets an alarm just in case he oversleeps.

Can a television be found in their bedroom?

No. TV's aren't for the bedroom. At least not for them.

Who has nightmares?

They both tend to have nightmares.

Who has ridiculous dreams?

Both

Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed?

Evan

Who makes the bed?

Jayden does since he's usually the last one up.

What time is bed time?

Usually it's around 9:00 after they put the kids to bed. They'll be in bed talking for a while.

Any routines/rituals before bed?

Jayden usually takes a long hot bath to help him relax.

Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up?

Jayden.

Work:

Who is the busiest?

Evan is pretty busy between his volunteer work at the homeless shelter and his work at social services.

Who rakes in the highest income?

Evan does but once Jayden makes his name in the art world Jayden will.

Are any of your muses unemployed?

Technially Jayden is but he's an artist and working towards his first exhibit.

Who takes the most sick days?

Evan does since he generally takes the kids and Jayden to doctor appointments.

Who is more likely to turn up late to work?

Neither

Who sucks up to their boss?

Neither

What are their jobs?

Evan works as a social service agent

Jayden rediscovered his love for art and has sold a few paintings and working towards putting on his own showing

Who stresses the most?

The both stress over different things.

Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations?

Evan likes being able to help people.

Jayden likes being able to let his creative side out.

Are your muses financially stable?

Yes

Home:

Who does the washing?

Jayden

Who takes out the trash?

Evan

Who does the ironing?

Evan

Who does the cooking?

They take turns

Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying?

Neither

Who is messier?

Evan

Who leaves the toilet roll empty?

Neither

Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor?

Neither

Who forgets to flush the toilet?

Neither

Who is the prankster around the house?

Neither

Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere?

Evan

Who mows the lawn?

Evan

Who answers the telephone?

They have their own phones

Who does the vacuuming?

Evan

Who does the groceries?

Evan. He usually stops on his way home from work.

Who takes the longest to shower?

Evan just because Jayden usually takes a bath.

Who spends the most time in the bathroom?

Jayden.

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem?

How many cars do they own?

two - one that Evan uses to go back and forth to work and one that's been modified for Jayden to use.

Do they own their home or do they rent?

Yes

Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside?

They live in a small town by the coast

Do they live in the city or in the country?

Small town

Do they enjoy their surroundings?

Yes they do but they might move in the future to be closer to their daughter.

What’s their song?

You are the Reason - Calum Scott

What do they do when they’re away from each other?

Except for when Jayden's been in the hospital they haven't been apart. Evan hates those times when Jayden is in the hospital and he barely sleeps.

Where did they first meet?

They met when they were both in high school. But it wasn't until they were at the romance festival that they realized they liked each other. Evan was there with Jonah and Jayden was there with Ethan.

How did they first meet?

You could say that Jayden stole his twin's date and Jayden felt bad but not half as bad as he felt for setting Jonah up with Ethan.

Who spends the most money when out shopping?

Jayden likes nice things so he spends more on his clothes than Evan does.

Who’s more likely to flash their assets?

Neither are the type.

Who finds it amusing when the other trips over?

Neither. Evan would tend to rush over to Jayden to make sure he's alright.

Any mental issues?

They've gone to and still sometimes attend grief support groups after losing their son.

Who’s terrified of bugs?

Neither

Who kills the spiders around the house?

Evan does.

Their favourite place?

In each other's arms.

Who pays the bills?

Jayden keeps track of all the household bills

Do they have any fears for their future?

Jayden worries about Evan growing old while he ages at a much slower rate. He doesn't like to think of a future without Evan in it.

Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner?

Jayden will sometimes surprise Evan with a fancy dinner at home. Evan doesn't like going out to fancy restaurants anymore.

Who uses up all of the hot water?

Jayden with his hot baths

Who’s the tallest?

Evan is taller.

Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other?

Evan sometimes joins Jayden in the bath

Who wanders around in their underwear?

Both

Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio?

Jayden does. He's a pretty good singer and he knows how to play the guitar. His dad taught him.

What do they tease each other about?

Jayden will tease Evan about not being able to find a hat to match his outfit on the few times he's not wearing one.

Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times?

Jayden no longer attempts to talk Evan out of wearing a hat with everything.

Do they have mutual friends?

Yes they do. Hayle and Chris are their closest friends.

Who crushed first?

I think it was a mutual attraction.

Any alcohol or substance related problems?

No. Jayden dislikes having to take his pain pills and sometimes waits too long to take them because he doesn't want to become dependent upon them.

Who is more likely to stumble home drunk at 3am?

Neither

Who swears the most?

Neither

#evan o'neil #jayden reagan #ts4 #character development

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My roommate is sick and all they could talk about was how much they miss that one soup you always made them so I drove four hours to come and get some + OT3 of your choosing

When Ray opened the door at 11PM on a Thursday night, he was a little surprised.

"Hi, Mister Molina?" the young man said, fidgeting his fingers together. "We spoke on the phone?"

Because yes, he had spoken with Julie's boyfriend on the phone. It was just that he was pretty sure Julie's boyfriend was Luke. He had been since they got together in high school. She'd been so excited to join Luke to get her music degree at the same top-notch university. (And yes, they had a long conversation about picking the best university for her, not just the one her boyfriend was at.)

But this young man was not Luke. He'd thought he sounded different on the phone, and strangely formal, but he thought it was just because they hadn't spoken as much since Luke went away to school.

His poor little nena, first she broke up with her high school sweetheart and now she had the flu? Why hadn't she told them about Luke? Was she worried they'd be disappointed?

"Yes, of course, come in," he said, waving the boy inside. He had messy hair, ripped jeans and a leather jacket, but Ray knew that looks didn't say anything. Any boy who was willing to drive four hours just to pick up soup for his sick girlfriend had to be a good egg.

"The soup is just about done, Rose was just letting it simmer until you got here," he explained as he lead him to the kitchen. The way the young man was trying to subtly sniff the air was rather endearing. "Would you like to try some?"

"Oh, I couldn't," the boy said, but he looked longingly at the big pot simmering on the stove. "It's Julie's soup."

"There's more than enough," Rose said, already grabbing a bowl and ladling some soup into it. If she was surprised at this Not Luke Boyfriend, she didn't show it. Behind the boy's back, he made a confused shrugging motion at his wife, and she just quirked an eyebrow at him. I don't know what's going on either, it said.

"Oh, well, if it's no trouble," the young man said, all but collapsing into one of the stools at the kitchen island. Rose handed him the bowl and a spoon, and when he took a deep whiff, his eyes fell closed in what appeared to be bliss. When he took a bite, he actually whimpered a little. When was the last time this poor kid had some homemade food? Ray remembered his own college years, and if he were to guess, that boy lived off ramen and grilled cheeses.

"This is really good, Mrs Molina," the boy said earnestly in between big bites. "No wonder Julie was craving it. This would make anyone feel better."

"How is she?" Rose asked.

"She was feeling pretty crummy when I left," the boy said. "But her fever was down and she was craving food again, so that's a good sign." He looked up, concerned. "I didn't just leave her alone! Luke's with her, and Alex and Willie are on standby to drive them to the emergency room if either of their fevers spike."

So Luke was still with her? Was the break-up amicable?

"I just felt so bad, I mean, I was the one who got sick first, and then I gave it to Luke, and Luke gave it to Julie, and they were both so miserable, and when she said she wanted her Mami's special soup I just thought, if that would make her feel better..." He trailed off when he realised he was rambling, flushing.

"You were sick too?" Rose asked, concerned. "You poor thing."

"I'm fine now," the boy reassured her, even though on closer inspection, he did still look kind of exhausted. He had dark circles under his eyes, and the way he was slumped over the bowl of soup told Ray he wasn't exactly fit as a fiddle yet. Maybe the soup would help, though. "And I can be out of your hair as soon as we pack the soup up. I'm so sorry to spring this on you."

"Anything for our Julie," Ray said, and the boy whirled around, eyes wide, like he'd forgotten Ray was there. Yeah, definitely not one hundred per cent yet. "You look tired, though. Are you sure you're okay to drive all the way back?"

"Yeah, totally," the boy said, before knocking back the last of the soup, holding the bowl up to his face to get it all. "I don't want to be a bother."

"You're not," Rose insisted. "And Ray's right, you look tired. If you just got over the flu yourself, you shouldn't be driving eight hours straight. Why don't you go take a nap for a few hours?"

"But Julie..."

"Won't want to be woken up at three in the morning anyway," Rose pointed out. The boy's face turned into a thoughtful pout. "Just sleep for a few hours, and you can get up bright and early tomorrow and bring her the soup. It'll do none of you any good if you fall asleep behind the wheel."

"I guess," he finally acquiesced.

"Great!" Rose said, beaming. "Do you want some more soup?"

Of course he did, and she gave him another bowl, sending Ray upstairs to prep the guest room and find Reggie something he could sleep in. Ray just let it happen. He knew better than to get in Rose's way when she'd made up her mind, and just watched on in amusement as she ushered a confused young punk in a leather jackets up the stairs and off to bed.

When she came back down, Ray had finished putting most of the soup into tupperware (and maybe stealing a few bites for himself. It was really good soup).

"Julie never told me she and Luke broke up," he said. "Had she told you?"

"No," Rose said, thoughtfully, even as she wrapped herself around him, on her toes so she could hook her chin over his shoulder. "Maybe they haven't."

Ray turned as far as he could, catching a glimpse of her face.

"Reggie said he gave his flu to Luke," Rose pointed out. "And on the phone he said he was Julie's boyfriend. I think they're both dating him."

Oh, so his name was Reggie? That was good to know. Ray tried to wrap his head around it. He was just glad his daughter hadn't gotten her heart broken.

"He seems like a good kid," he said finally. "Driving all this way just to get Julie's comfort food."

Rose hummed in agreement. "Well," she said. "We'll have plenty of time to get to know him tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" He would have thought Reggie would be anxious to get back home to his... partners, he guessed.

"Well, of course we're driving him back!" Rose said. "He's in no shape to drive!"

And Ray just nodded, and smiled, because when Rose made up her mind, it was best to just go along with it.

#julie and the phantoms #juliexlukexreggie #fanfic #rayxrose #I wrote a thing #yes rose is alive because I said so #maybe the soup really is magic shush #rose and ray are gonna show up with like 15 tupperwares of soup and juke's boyfriend and they're going to be like: oh fuck #and then very confused because Rose and Ray are all chill about the whole thing #did they tell rose and ray about Reggie in their feverish state and then forget?#and they ask Reggie later about if he came out to the molina parents for them because he knew they didn't know how #and he just stares at them like: SHIT I KNEW I FORGOT TO DO SOMETHING #luckily your parents are smart julie #reggie is way too out of it to even feel nervous about meeting julie's parents like... he Should Not Have Been Driving #but his girlfriend wanted soup!!! special soup!!!! and he got them sick!!!

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imaginaenespanol · 1 year

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Childhood Kid!Michael Myers x Kid!Latin!reader

Plot: You and your family are immigrants from a Latin American country. Thanks to your dad's opportunity at his job, they come to Hanonfield USA, you meet the kid Michael Myers and they become friends because of your strange way of speaking Other idiom and persistence in wanting to be his friend, they spend 4 years together in various situations, while he falls in love with you, you are his only happiness. What happened in those years before that fateful Halloween?

Words: 861

Warning: more Bullies bothering them both

Notes : brrrr, I may not have reached 1k words >_<, but I was focused on the friendship finally blossoming!. How long will you be brave before it has consequences?

Chapters: (1),(2) (x),(4)

Chapter 3: "(Y/N) and Michael's friendship grows stronger"

Tuesday January 8, 2002,

(Y/N) woke up early the next morning after the fight in the schoolyard. She still felt a little scared from what had happened, but she also felt grateful that she was there just in time and that Michael was safe from those bad guys. As she got dressed for school, she wondered if Michael would be there today "Yes, he will be there, if not I'll knock on the door myself and go with him" she thought to herself with a mischievous smile as she ate. Your breakfast.

When she got to the school, she saw Michael sitting alone on a bench near the playground. She walked over to him with a smile on her face and sat down next to her.

—Hey, Michael— she said enthusiastically. —How are you?—

—Hi, (Y/N)— he replied with a sheepish smile. —I'm good, thank you for asking.—

(Y/N) she noticed that Michael seemed a little uncomfortable and wondered if he was worried about something. She decided to try to make him feel better —Do you want to play something together at recess?— she asked him with her typical cheerful little voice. —We could play ball or something fun, I don't know, you choose.—

Michael seemed surprised by the offer. She still wanted to spend time with him? He hesitated for a moment, but then she nodded. —Yeah, that sounds like fun— said the more animated blonde. They played together during the whole recess and the boy for the first time had the feeling that the recess was worth it, she was worth it, Michael seemed more relaxed, happy and (Y/N) felt glad that she made the Boy quiet. and rude to finally give in and accept his friendship. In class (Y/N) she felt the boy's stares, but when she turned around, he was on his own as if nothing happened.

Everything seemed to be going well, but at lunch there was another ruckus with those thugs, (Y/N) was eating when Michael approached her without saying a word and sat down to eat, the girl offered him some of her juice and they drank from it. the same box. —No bad boys seen around here again— she pointed out to the blond boy, to which he shrugged. —You mean Weasley and his crew? Better for me, I hate those assholes— her eyes widened at that rudeness, who would say that he could say bad words?, but she feels that it is the essence of him, of Michael Myers and she is not going to waste her energy to change that —Are they always like this with you? Que feo Caso…— she said the last words in Spanish while frowning, observing that Michael nodded. She imagined all the times that he could have been intimidated and had no help from anyone… poor thing, but now that she is here, he is not alone!

In the distance laughter and mockery could be heard, it was them, they just realized that (Y/N) and Michael Myers were having lunch together. (Y/N) noticed how Michael's expression turns grim as he hears the bullies laughing and taunting. She decided to act to protect him, and she took her hand under the table for support, showing him that he wasn't alone. Michael was surprised by the gesture and felt a slight flutter in her chest.

The bullies approached the two boys' table and began making nasty comments about Michael. —Look at the scared baby!— one of the thugs said with a chuckle. —He must be an idiot to think that someone could be friends with a madman like him— added another.

(Y/N) got up from her seat and stood between him and the bullies, making it clear that she would not tolerate any more abusive behavior from her. —Why don't you leave Michael alone?— she asked firmly. —They have no right to talk to him like that, he is a child like any of us and he deserves respect.—

Michael stayed behind her, but her stance was firm and determined. —Stop bothering him!— she exclaimed bravely. —They have no right to treat you like this. He's my friend and I'm not going to allow them to hurt him.— The thugs laughed at the girl's statements —Can't your boyfriend defend himself? he's a fag— Before one of the two kids moved a muscle, the principal walked past them Talking with Miss April, the bullies got scared. they couldn't intimidate (Y/N) and Michael together, for now… they quietly withdrew, pretending that nothing had happened. Michael was grateful and moved by the bravery of his new friend. —Thank you…again— he said with a sheepish smile and she smiled.

After school, they walked home together, laughing and chatting along the way. Well the one who talked the most was (Y/N) and he listened, he was a good listener. When they got to (Y/N's) house, they said ‘goodbye’ and Michael ran off to his own house across the street.

(Y/N) walked into her house feeling happy and excited for her new friend, not knowing that Michael Myers had started to have feelings for her.

[N/A:Que feo caso= what an ugly case]

#michael myers #michael myers x reader #michael myers x y/n #kid michael myers #imagina en español #slashers x reader #slasher fandom #reader insert #slashers imagine #x reader #slashers fanfiction #slashers headcanons

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altschmerzes · 1 year

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I have a question, in your young Jamie fic is he still going to want to play football?

YES SO- oh i'm thrilled to talk about this fic thank you.

the short answer is yes, But It's Complicated! his relationship to football is a critical part of the au and one of jamie's biggest arcs in it.

the long answer is under the cut... if you want to read a detailed explanation of one of the major plot threads in this fic that doesn't exist yet, by all means have a peek.

SO it's pretty clear fairly early on in the au that jamie has a..... strange relationship to the sport. he works part time as the groundsman's assistant at richmond (needed a reason for him to be Around and Involved in everything given everyone else is in their same like. roles and lives as canon, with some tweaks to make it work) but he doesn't play. like he REALLY doesn't play. not academy, not at school, he Does Not Play.

not only does jamie not play, he refuses to so much as kick the ball back to them when it lands near him when it's training and he's fixing a seat in the stands or something. he will not Touch A Football. it's obviously a whole Thing for him though it's not clear why.

and the way this all comes to a head is like. ted starts to notice him messing around with that group of kids at the park near ted's apartment. (this is a running theme - he hangs out with them a lot. they're the way i've found a way to construct a peer group for jamie, kids his age. they don't play a MAJOR role but they're an important background element. in the beginning frankly he's an asshole to them a lot but. and mostly refuses to also play, he just sort of criticizes everyone else)

but ted starts seeing him a few times, catching glimpses here and there, where he'll be kicking it around with the kids in the evening, after dark. not a lot, and he seems kind of weird about it, but he's Doing It. there's something where ted gets him to kick it around with him too. it's a big step with them, a big like. We're Making Progress moment. but the real Oh, Fuck of it all is the trickshot competition.

he has some kind of big like. fit he throws or something, to mirror 1x06, and so jamie is left to clean up after training (this is not his job. yes he is essentially being sent to do chores as a punishment for being a jackass. no ted doesn't have the authority to tell him what to do. everyone is ignoring this. including jamie who is Doing As He Was Told.) and he starts to do what he did in that episode, and dani - brand new, no pre-existing notion about this kid, just about the nicest person on the planet - wanders up to him and they start the trickshot competition thing. and everyone else filters outside too, and they all end up standing there watching him just. drop-jawed. because not only is jamie kicking a football, which he refuses to so much as look at most of the time, but he is extremely fucking good.

and when they finish, and he looks over and the whole team is there, he freaks out and takes off. and then the curse fire happens, right. they've been trying to get him to come because at this point he's just part of the ecosystem here! he's like. the mascot. is one of the jokes they make. they've started helping him with his homework sometimes, they're getting attached to this kid.

and that night, he shows up like he does in canon. at the end of the curse fire sequence. but he doesn't have boots, he has a folder. and he holds it up and sorta shrugs and then bends down and rolls up the leg of his sweatpants. and they can all see the neat, precise set of scars around his knee, and he stands back up and holds up the folder and tells them "these are the printouts of the scan they did when i tore my acl."

and explains that it happened when he was fourteen. he was really fucking good, and then he tore his acl and rushed the recovery when they told him not to and had to have a second surgery. and he hasn't played since. and that was everything he was supposed to be. and then he wasn't anything. and it's like- he had the surgery, and it was successful and he rushed his recovery, and he just. he never had the specialists he should've after that, because his dad didn't chase after that kind of stuff. he didn't make sure jamie got the right rehab and the right coaching to help him make it back after that and so he fell behind and just.... never made it back.

(which, as one could imagine is uh. a LOT for roy specifically. given his own situation.)

and so that was the end of things for him, at least that's what it seemed like at the time. (and it amplifies his sense that he's On Thin Ice too, at home. like after his injury and the second surgery james said he regretted taking jamie in, and the only reason he wasn't turning him over to care was it was too much work given how soon he'd be old enough to be shown the door without any paperwork. and this was a like. he was drunk, he was angry, it wasn't a sincere statement of intent, but it's been threatened a few times since then and so jamie's got this like. heightened anxiety about like. as soon as i turn sixteen i have No ground to stand on.)

anyways, so they like. eventually, they help him get back to that place! that's a long-term trajectory thing, they help him figure out if that's what he wants, and then work with him to get him back to being able to play.

#gav gab #is it wise to just explain one of the major plot threads in one's fic?#maybe but i'm want to Talk About It so #gav answers #fic: wriggle up on dry land #thank you so much for asking this project is so fun for me.....

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Hi! I wanted to know if I could request Akane, Ryoma, Chihiro, and Mondo with a S/O/Reader that's like Sayori?

Like Reader feels a bit neglected after they hang out with more people (because reader is their childhood friend) and one day they find Reader's poems (because their in a literature Club like how Sayori is) and it's full of dark thoughts (that do not have to be described) and then thier given the Choice™ and they choose the friendzoned path first then the next day reader,, ykyk but then they go back to the day Reader confessed and choose the other option 😊 (I'm sorry if it's too dark)

Idk if you do Anon stuff but can I be 🌼 Anon if you allow that?

(p.s this may or may not be the same person who requested the Kokona request 🤭)

Good to see you again! And yes, you can absolutely be 🌼 Anon. Welcome to the Dragon's Den!

I hope you liked the Kokona request! It was a lot of fun to write

As was this one :)

Content warning: Mentioned/Implied Suicide in each part

Akane, Ryoma, Chihiro, and Mondo with an S/O that's like Sayori (Doki Doki Literature Club)

Akane Owari

You two had known each other since you were kids

You grew up in the same neighborhood, where things were kind of rough

You helped Akane with the stress she dealt with at home, as well as helping her realize that what men were doing to her wasn't okay

And she protected you from anyone who tried to prey on your happy, bubbly nature

And later, you got into Hope's Peak together, in different classes

She was always busy with gymnast biz, and was friends with almost her whole class, so she never really had time for you anymore

Naturally, this didn't feel good

Akane knew you were part of the school's literature club, so she walked to the classroom to see you

She wanted to apologize for not seeing you as much

You weren't there, but she found a notebook on the table

She instantly knew it was yours

Curious, she picked up the notebook and flipped through it

She instantly stopped when she found a particular poem

It was so dark and so depressing

She instantly grew concerned

So you've been dealing with depression, and she didn't even know?

She felt even worse for not being there

So she immediately ran out of the classroom and went to go find you

You were alone in your classroom, packing up your things

She confronted you, and you revealed that you had feelings for her

She politely declined your confession, but then swung her arm around your shoulder, grinning and promising to be around you more

You looked really depressed, but nodded and bid her goodbye

The next day, she went to your house to check on you

And what she found was... a very distressing sight

If you know, you know

At that moment, she felt worse than ever

None of this would have happened if she had just accepted your confession

And if she had been there when you needed her

Thankfully, the previous day rewinded, and she got a second chance

This time, she accepted your confession and promised to never leave you behind again

And after that, you grew even closer

She spent more time with you and supported you through your depression

She'll come visit you in the morning and bring you breakfast

She doesn't care about being late when it's you

You've been there for her, now it's her turn

Ryoma Hoshi

You know everything about him

His past, his secrets, his depression

You've seen it all

He trusts you more than anyone, and he'll go to you when he needs to talk

You were like his therapist

Little did he know, you were suffering with your own depression while helping him through his

You enrolled at Hope's Peak together, and things were fine at first

You guys still hung out when you could, as Ryoma wasn't comfortable around anyone else yet

But then he started making friends in his class, and started seeing you less and less

Part of the reason he was so distant was because he felt guilty for relying on you all the time

He wanted you to make your own friends too

Unfortunately, that wasn't the case

He passed by the literature classroom, and he noticed your notebook on the floor

Something about it felt strange, so he opened it up and flipped through it

But one poem in particular made his heart stop

And he immediately left to go find you

He found you by the entrance of the school at the end of the day

There, he learned that you had depression

He felt like an idiot for not noticing sooner

But then, you also revealed that you had feelings for him

He had no idea how to process it, and he kind of just turned and walked away without saying anything

You took it as a bad sign and it made you feel horrible

The next day, Ryoma hadn't seen you at school

He was hoping to apologize to you, for the previous day and for all the time he spent being away from you

After school, he came over to your house

And what he found in your room marked the worst, most horrible day ever

Now he felt worse than ever

There was so much he needed to say to you, and now he couldn't say it

At that point, he wasn't far behind you

Until he got his second chance, and he immediately went to fix it

He accepted your confession and swore to be there for you

He told you why he was distant and apologized

From then on, he'll never overlook your feelings again

He wants you to talk to him when you're feeling bad

You've been there for him, now he'll be here for you

And that will never change

Chihiro Fujisaki

You were there for him when he was being bullied for being "girly"

You supported his decision to cross-dress, and he appreciated every bit of it

He showed you the programs he made, even including the big artificial intelligence project he was supposed to keep secret

He trusted you with anything and everything

But when you both got into Hope's Peak, you began to drift apart

Chihiro made really good friends in his class (Mondo and Taka) and completely forgot about your after school meetings

You felt gutted

You felt like he didn't want you anymore

Your depression was getting even worse

And so, you converted all these thoughts into poems, and jammed them into your notebook

Chihiro came across the notebook as he was strolling through the hallways

He picked it up, planning to give it back to you, but a piece of paper fell out of it

It had the words "GET OUT OF MY HEAD" repeating over and over again

Feeling worried, he opened up the book and investigated

What he saw filled his eyes with tears, and he immediately ran to find you

He confronted you with what he found, and he felt awful for not noticing your depression sooner

Then you confessed that you had feelings for him

The whole thing was so much to process, and he told you he needed time to think about it

It made you feel discouraged, but you agreed and told him bye

The next morning, he came to your house to talk to you

What he found in your room completely shattered his heart

He dropped to his knees, crying and apologizing over and over again

He wanted more than anything to take it all back

And he did

The previous day rewinded, and he immediately started looking for you

He took your hands and smiled brightly, accepting your confession

He'll encourage you to talk to him whenever you need to

He'll also program his Alter Ego into your phone so you can have a piece of him when he's not there

And he'll introduce you to his friends so you don't feel left out

What he saw in your room was the most traumatizing thing he'd ever seen

But he loves you, and he'll do whatever he can to never lose you again

Mondo Owada

You had been there for everything

You were close to Mondo and his brother

So naturally, the gang liked you too

You were there when Mondo and his brother had their motorcycle race, and the accident that killed Daiya

You helped Mondo through it, and you were the only person who knew his secret

And he also defended you if anyone dared mess with you

He ain't letting nobody mess with his bestie

When you both enrolled at Hope's Peak, he started spending a lot of time with Taka and Chihiro

He didn't have time for you anymore

That hurt you more than anything

One day, he came to the literature classroom to find you

There, he found your notebook with your deepest and darkest poems

This terrified him, and as soon as he came to find you, he learned that you had been struggling with depression

Then you confessed that you had feelings for him

He was so shocked and so confused that he ended up snapping at you

Then you teared up and ran away before he could fix it

The next morning, he came to your house to patch things up

Instead, he finds your body in your room

That was the worst he's ever felt since his brother died

Another important person to him was dead

And it was because of him

But he got his second chance, and he wouldn't mess it up this time

This time, he accepted your confession

And things turned out so much better

He supports you through your depression, and he comforts you whenever you needed it

He'll come to your house and help you get out of bed, and you'll go and get breakfast before heading to school

He'll be with you whenever he can, and he'll introduce you to his friends

That way, you can be included too

Mondo will do anything to make you happy or help you feel safe with him

You were there for him, so he's gonna be here for you too

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #danganronpa goodbye despair #danganronpa killing harmony #akane owari x reader #ryoma hoshi x reader #chihiro fujisaki x reader #mondo owada x reader #🌼Anon

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crystalninjaphoenix · 7 months

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Red, Green, and Darkness

Paranormal Preteens AU: Episode Seventeen

A JSE Fanfic

This is the chapter where I was like, "this is a story ABOUT kids, but I don't know if it's a story FOR kids." If that wasn't evident by the swearing and putting children in danger dhfsjaklh The kids meet up after the incident at the hospital to talk about it. They discuss some information they managed to take from the hospital, and then are visited by a familiar shadowy face. Who, against all odds, shares some more information. Anyway... Enjoy ;)

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Going to school on Monday felt like the strangest thing after everything that happened. They’d rescued Marvin from a strange basement under the hospital on Saturday, and now they were supposed to go to school? It was weird. Chase felt weird just walking up to the front entrance, and he could see that same feeling reflected on Schneep’s face.

The feeling persisted throughout the first half of the day, and then it was time for lunch. Chase, Schneep, and Stacy had all decided in homeroom that they would try to find JJ and Marvin in the cafeteria. They’d be able to talk about stuff—but not everything, because Jackie wouldn’t be there. The older grades didn’t have lunch at the same time as the younger ones.

The three of them met up soon after getting their lunches, then scanned the cafeteria for the twins. “If I were them, where would I sit...?” Stacy muttered to herself. “I’ve never really seen them around.”

“Maybe they go outside to eat,” Chase suggested. It technically wasn’t against rules for students to go eat in the school courtyard by the front entrance. As long as they didn’t leave the grounds.

“They do not seem the type,” SChneep said. “I am betting they sit somewhere along the edges. Come on.”

Sure enough, Marvin and JJ were soon spotted at a table pushed up against the brick wall of the cafeteria. It was empty except for the two of them—which may have been due to the twins’ reputation, but Chase thought it was more likely because the trash cans were right next to the table. No one wanted to sit by the trash cans. “Hey! Guys!” Chase sped up a bit, nearly dropping his tray of food before sliding onto the empty table bench. “Here you are! Do you sit here all the time?”

Pretty much, JJ said. It’s not as crowded. Marvin nodded, tracing a pattern on the table with the handle of his plastic fork.

Stacy and Schneep sat down as well. “Uh... how are you?” Stacy asked.

“Did your parents yell at you for disappearing?” Schneep added, looking at Marvin.

“Uh, I’m good, and no.” Marvin looked up at the others. “I told them I left the hospital early to try and get home and they were really disappointed, but like, nothing happened. They almost grounded JJ, though. Dad thought his story was a bit sketchy. Like, how did he run into me if he was really at your guys’ house like he said he would be? But JJ convinced them that you guys saw me when you were taking me back home and Jackie picked me up.”

“That sounds crazy,” Chase said.

They’re a little crazy sometimes, yes, JJ agreed. Marvin rolled his eyes.

“But are you okay?” Stacy persisted. “Didn’t your hands get all scraped up?”

“Yep.” Marvin raised his hands; the palms were wrapped in bandages while the fingers were plastered with band-aids. “But they don’t hurt anymore. I don’t even think they’re bleeding. They must’ve been really shallow cuts.”

“Hmm, that does not make sense with what happened,” Schneep said slowly. “You would think that the cuts would be very deep with all the blood and how much you were grabbing. Even if they were not, they should still hurt.”

“Well... they don’t,” Marvin said simply.

“What did your parents say about it?” Schneep asked.

“Oh, they were worried!” Marvin looked almost excited about that. “I told them and Granmam that I tripped and scraped them up when I fell. They didn’t ask any more questions after that, but Granmam got really fussy and helped wrap them up. She’s great.”

Schneep nodded. “She seems great.”

A moment passed, the conversation dying down. Then Chase coughed. “Do you think we should do something about the big hole in the hospital basement?” he asked in a low voice.

I don’t think we can, JJ said. What are we supposed to do about a big hole?

“Not to mention those weird guys wearing black,” Stacy added. “We’d have to get past them. I-I think we barely got away this time.”

“Maybe beanie boy will have some ideas,” Marvin said. “When can we meet up with him?”

“Jackie says he works after school on Mondays,” Chase explained. “So it’d have to be tomorrow or later. I left my phone in my locker, but I can go get it and message him to come to my house tomorrow.”

JJ shook his head. I don’t think that’s a good idea. Our dad is insisting that he drive us everywhere for the next week, and he and Mam won’t be happy that I’m spending so much time with you.

Chase blinked. “Why? You spend time with us all the time.”

JJ looked a bit sheepish. Actually, since the school year started, I’ve been telling them that we’re studying at the library whenever we meet up...

“They’re not gonna stop us from being friends with you or anything,” Marvin added. “But they’re gonna be unhappy.”

“We should not meet up this week, then,” Schneep said. “Oh, but it seems so long to wait.”

“Why don’t we just actually go to the library?” Stacy asked. “JJ and Marvin can go there early and the rest of us can meet them there. Like, I know there was a whole ghost thing there that happened to you guys, but you said the ghost is gone now.”

“Oh!” Marvin sits up straight. “Yeah, that could work!”

“Alright, I can message him to meet us at the library after school, then,” Chase said. “Would that be—” He stopped.

“Chase? What is it?” Schneep asked.

Chase’s eyes were locked onto one spot. The others all followed his gaze... to a pair of teachers walking over to their table. “Well hello there!” said Mrs. Karter, the Chemistry teacher. “You guys are all sitting on your own over here.”

“The cafeteria gets pretty full,” Marvin said, shrugging.

Mrs. Karter laughed. “Yeah, it does, doesn’t it? Ah, are you Marvin?” She waited for him to nod before continuing. “Right. Your grandmother called the school and told us you’d been in the hospital recently. Is everything alright?” Marvin nodded again. “Well, if you ever have any problems, you can talk to Gina here.” She gestured at the other adult with her.

“Hello.” Gina was a tall woman with a long blonde ponytail and round glasses. She nodded at the kids. “I’m the school’s guidance counselor. If you ever have any problems, like with school or friends or stuff at home, my office is right by the headmaster’s.”

“Okay,” Marvin said dully. Nobody else said anything. They all stared at the two adults in silent unison.

“Well, that’s all I wanted to say,” Mrs. Karter said. “Have a good lunch.” She smiled, then she and Gina left.

The table was silent for a while before Stacy spoke up. “She was at the planetarium.”

“Yeah, the whole reason we knew about the basement there is because we followed her into the staff door,” Chase agreed. “She’s part of the mystery group.”

Which means that other woman probably is, too, JJ said. He looked at Marvin. Do you think Granmam really called the school?

“Yeah, I think so,” Marvin said. “You think she’s lying about that and is really checking on us because the mystery group wants to? I mean, she’s definitely checking on us because the mystery group wants to. But I think Granmam really called the school. It’s a weird detail to make up. If she wanted to make something up to hide that she knew we were at the hospital through the group, she would’ve said our parents. But she probably does know about the hospital through the group. And that’s why she’s talking to us. And brought that other woman. She doesn’t know that we know she’s in on it.”

“I am sad that the counselor is part of it,” Schneep sighed. “Counselors can be good.”

“Mmm, I don’t think that the counselor here is that good,” Chase said. “Back in April I got sent to her office cause I wasn’t, uh ‘participating’ in class. And she kinda just... sucked. Asked me what was wrong over and over, but I didn’t wanna talk about it and it was... I-I didn’t like it.”

“I said they can be good, not that they always are,” Schneep pointed out.

I don’t like that there are teachers here that are part of the group, JJ said frowning.

“Yeah,” Chase agreed. “But I mean, it’ll probably be fine if they don’t know we know. And if we don’t, uh, talk to them or anything.”

Stacy nodded. “We should probably be careful about being alone with any of the—”

Laughter rang out. “Ohhh my god, hi Stacy!”

Stacy flinched. Once more, the group turned to see someone approaching their table. This time, it was Heather Westing, along with her Curly Hair sidekick and some other girl with braided black hair. “Hi, Heather,” Stacy said. “Hi Kat. Hi Anita.”

“Oh my god, we haven’t seen you in so long!” Heather said. “Have you been sitting over here all the time? With the trash?”

“Uh, yeah.” Stacy slumped in her seat.

“That’s so crazy! Wow!”

“What do you want, Heather?” Chase asked.

Heather gasped, turning to him like she just noticed him. “Oh my god, hi Chase Brody! Stacy, is he your boyfriend now?”

“No!” Stacy said defensively. “We’re just friends!”

“But you two are so cute sitting next to each other! Right, guys?” Heather turned to her sidekicks.

“Right, Heather.”

“You two are so cute.”

Chase’s face was getting hot, and he could see Stacy’s whole head turning red.

“Hey, uh,” Marvin leaned forward, waving. “You’re Heather, right? Hi. Fuck off.”

Heather’s mouth dropped open. Her eyes went wide and her face went pale. Behind her, her sidekicks gasped in comical unison. “W-well, I, uh...” Heather stammered. “I was just saying hi!” She whirled around and hurried off, the two other girls following her.

The group watched them go. Then, slowly, Schneep started laughing. “Sh-she... she looked like you slapped her!” he giggled.

JJ grinned. She deserved it. Good job, Marvin.

“Hah.” Marvin grinned back.

“I bet she won’t bother us for a while,” Chase said, also smiling. Then he looked at Stacy, still slumped, and stopped. “Uh... Heather’s a jerk. I know you were friends, but... she was really rude to you.”

“She’s not a jerk,” Stacy said automatically. “She’s just...” But she can’t figure out the words for what Heather ‘just’ is.

“Why is it a bad thing to say that you two are boyfriend and girlfriend?” Schneep asked.

Chase choked on the sandwich he’d just decided to take a bite of. “W-well, uh—because she’s gonna tell everyone! And it’s not true! Like, even if it’s not a bad thing, it sucks to say things that aren’t true!”

“Ah.” Schneep nodded. “I thought it was something specific about you two.”

“No, we’re just friends and it sucks to lie that we’re not,” Stacy said, looking at Chase. “But, uh, sorry for getting all defensive about it.”

“Oh, no problem,” Chase said. “I wouldn’t date me, either.”

“Uh...” Stacy’s not sure how to respond to that.

“I wouldn’t date you either, Chase,” Marvin added. “Or you, Stacy. Or, uh... anyone I know. Or anyone I don’t know. I mean, I’d have to know them first to know if I’d want to date them. JJ, would you date Chase?”

JJ gasped and immediately shoved Marvin so hard he almost tipped over.

“What???” Marvin said, confused. “Oh, it’s because you like Ri—”

JJ shoved Marvin again, fully pushing him out of sight, then leaned on top of him and shoved his hand over his mouth. Now it was his turn to have his face turn completely red. Marvin protested, waving one hand in the air like he was waving a white flag of surrender. The other three watched this with mild amusement and confusion. After a couple seconds, JJ let up, and he and Marvin popped back to sitting positions like nothing happened.

“Uh...” Stacy cleared her throat and changed the subject. “So, do you guys still have that cat from your birthday?”

“Yep.” Marvin nodded.

It’s a girl and her name is S-I-N-N-E-Y, JJ said.

“I chose it!” Marvin said proudly. “She’s a Russian blue, and the Russian word for blue is ‘siniy.’”

“How do you know the Russian word for blue?” Chase asked.

“Cause when I heard about that type of cat ages ago I got curious and looked it up in a book in the library,” Marvin said. “So speaking of the library. JJ and I will head over right after school tomorrow. You guys come like, ten or fifteen minutes later. Does that work?”

They all agreed that would work. And when Chase texted Jackie later, he agreed it would work, too.

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Hollewych Library hadn’t changed at all since the summer. It was a bit cooler inside, with the dropping temperature that came with the fall, but that was it. Mom dropped Chase and Schneep off, wished them good luck studying, and then drove off.

“Do you think she will realize we are not studying here?” Schneep asked Chase.

“Nah, bro.” Chase shook his head. “It’s not like I told her we had a specific project we wanted books on. So she won’t be asking about it. If you’re worried, I can do all the talking about it.”

Schneep nodded, grabbing the straps of his backpack. “That would be fine. Let’s go inside now.”

The group had agreed to meet up in the Young Adult section of the library on the second floor, which Chase thought was the only real good part of the library. This was where most of the comic books were! They were lined up on small half-size bookshelves that only came up to his waist. In between these half-size shelves and the computer lab, there was the main “Teen Hangout,” as the posters on the bulletin board by the front entrance called it. This was fairly cool. The furniture here was newer, colored blues and greens, with cool polka-dot-decorated rugs underneath them. The tables had outlets you could plug laptops into—or phones, if you had the charger. Probably the only place with outlets that wasn’t right by the wall.

Everyone else was already here. Jackie was sitting in a chair flipping through a comic book, Stacy was in another chair, reading the back of books stacked on a nearby table, and JJ and Marvin were sitting at the nearest computer playing some sort of game. “I told you the teleporter was a bad idea,” Marvin said as Chase and Schneep approached. “Watch this, it’ll be the disguise, I swear.”

Of course it will, it’s the last one! JJ said, exasperated.

“Hey guys,” Chase said, waving.

Jackie put the comic book down. “Hey, little guys. Marvin, JJ, they’re here.”

“Hang on, something’s happening,” Marvin said as he and JJ leaned closer to the computer screen.

Stacy sighed. “You can play computer games at home, you know.”

“No we can’t, we don’t have a computer,” Marvin said.

“Wait, really?” Chase asked.

“Mm-hmm.” Marvin fell silent as he and JJ watched the screen.

“Well, I guess we’ll just wait a bit,” Jackie said.

“That is fine,” Schneep said, walking over to the most central table. He took his backpack off, unzipped it, and pulled out a manila folder. Then he set it on the surface. Jackie and Stacy looked immediately curious, but the group stayed silent until Marvin and JJ were finally ready to join them—which, luckily, didn’t take too long. Soon, everyone was sitting in a chair or sofa near this central table.

“What’s this?” Jackie asked.

You took this from that office in the hospital, didn’t you? JJ asked.

“Yes.” Schneep nodded. “I thought about looking at it a couple times, but I thought we should all see what is inside together.”

“Alright, let’s get started then.” Jackie reached over and flipped the folder open. Inside was a stack of papers that all looked very similar. Tiny type, with some bold letters at the top, and absolutely no pictures. Jackie started separating them out, counting silently as he did. “Twenty-three,” he finally concluded.

“That’s not all that big,” Chase said. “Mom has folders in a filing cabinet for when she works at home, they’re all really thick. What are these?”

“Look, they all have the same word at the top.” Schneep pointed at one. “What is ‘memo’?”

“Oh, I know that,” Stacy said. “It’s, like, a short note that goes out to a company telling everyone something.”

“So, it’s something that the whole hospital got?” Marvin asked.

Maybe just the strange doctors in the basement, JJ speculated.

“So what’re they about?” Chase asked.

“Hmm.” Jackie pursed his lips. “They were stacked in order from oldest to newest. See, they all have dates at the top. Let’s start with the oldest. Hang on.” He pushed the papers into a stack, then did some rearranging so they were in the order they wanted. While he did that, he looked at Marvin. “How are you doing, by the way?”

Marvin shrugged. “I’m fine. My hands aren’t even cut up anymore. See?” He held up his hands so everyone could see. There were small white lines going vertically down his palms and the undersides of his fingers. “Only scars now.”

Schneep frowned. “That really healed very quickly.”

“Hey, I’m not fucking complaining,” Marvin said. “Jackie, what’s in the memos?”

“Okay, okay, I got it.” Jackie held up the new stack, scanning the first one. “This is from December, two years ago. Uhh... nothing exciting. It’s talking about someone stealing lunches from the break room.” He looked at the next one. “‘Switching of offices’... blah blah blah... this is also useless.” Then the next one. “Aaaand so is this one.”

“They can’t all be useless,” Stacy protested. “That was some, like, evil hospital basement. There has to be evil stuff in their papers!”

“We’ve only looked at three so far. Here.” Jackie separated out the back half of the papers and put them on the table. “You guys look for yourselves.”

The kids immediately snatched up the papers, ending up with each getting two. Chase looked at the ones he’d taken. The first one was boring. Stuff about ordering supplies. The second one... “Maybe this is a thing?” he said. “Apparently back in January this year there was someone who went to inspect their, uh, ‘base of operations in the hospital.’ That has to be the basement. The guy is only referenced with his initials, I.H., but... it sounds like it’s their boss.”

“Well, we know that the guys in the hospital weren’t the only members of the mystery group,” Marvin said. “So of course they have a boss somewhere.”

“I.H. is good,” Jackie said. “Now we know to be worried about people with those initials.”

“Oh! Jackie, you said that the planetarium was, ah—it fell down, ja?” Schneep said. “This one talks about that.” He held out the paper to Jackie. “Here, see.”

Jackie took the memo and scanned it really quick. His eyebrows raised into the air. “‘We lost several personnel in the collapse’,” he read out loud. “‘They will be missed’... duh duh duh... oh, ‘We will be expected to step up recruitment to make up for the loss of our members. Other locations may also expect to see increased activity from the Fissures due to the one at the planetarium being closed off.’”

“Fissures?” Marvin repeated. “So, are those the cracks in the ground? Like the big hole in the hospital, o-or the planetarium? I even saw one in the pool.”

“I’m guessing so, yeah,” Jackie said. He paused for a moment, then his eyes widened. “Wait a minute. There’s this. ‘The collapse may have been caused by one of the Anomalies from the Fissures. A notice to look out for any strange shadows you might see.’” He looked at the others. “Sound like anyone we know?”

“Anti,” Chase said quietly. “He’s all shadow. So... he might be a... what was it?”

“Anomaly,” Stacy said. “There’s stuff about those in this one, too.” She held up one of her memos. “This is from May. Something about there being more Anomalies appearing.”

“That must be what all the strange things are,” Schneep said. “Like the pool monster, and the dog, and those mushrooms, maybe even the ghost from here. They are... Anomalies.”

“So the group knows about them,” Jackie summarized. “They come from these Fissures in the ground. But... what do they want with the Fissures and the Anomalies?”

JJ cleared his throat. The others all looked at him. His expression was... troubled. Silently, he handed one of his memos to Jackie.

“Oh. Uh... thanks.” Jackie looked at it. He read silently, his face growing more grim and anxious with each line.

“What is it?” Chase pressed.

“Uh... well.” Jackie cleared his throat. “This is from the middle of August. It’s uh... talking about... They were planning to... oookay.” He shook his head.

Do you know how the city does blood drives to collect blood for people in need? JJ said, drawing the attention of the others again. This group was taking some blood from those drives and pouring it into the hole in the basement.

“Why the heck would they do that?” Stacy asked, nose wrinkling in disgust.

“This, uh... says that it’s not as effective,” Jackie said quietly. “‘No matter the age of the donor, the donation lost potency in the time it took to transport it to a Fissure.’ I-I don’t know what it’d be effective for, but... that’s what it says. So... um... they decided to try something new.” He glanced at Marvin, then quickly looked away.

Marvin, unfortunately, understood instantly. “So that’s why they brought me to the basement,” he whispered.

“I-it’s kind of funny, the memo says ‘the new program is better than the old one,’” Jackie said. “Better... fucking how would that be better?” JJ leaned over and pointed at a spot near the bottom of the paper. “Yes, I saw that, and that’s...”

“I want to see.” Marvin didn’t even wait for Jackie to hand it over, he just stood up and snatched it out of his hand. Everyone went quiet as he read the paper. Surprisingly, he looked relieved. “Oh. Okay. I really thought I was gonna die or something, that’s better.”

“I don’t think you’re understanding how supremely fucked up that is,” Jackie said softly.

“What?” Chase asked, not sure if he really wanted to know.

Jackie sighed. “This... ‘new program’ of theirs was the idea to... fucking... keep a couple ‘subjects’ around so that they could use their blood whenever.”

“That’s better than dying,” Marvin said.

“Marvin, how can you say that?” Schneep looked aghast. “It is still horrible!”

“Yeah, but you guys would’ve found me eventually,” Marvin said casually. “If I died, that would’ve been it.”

Jackie stood up suddenly. “I-I need to go to the bathroom,” he said. “Does anyone else want to come?” He looked around at the others. None of them said anything. “Okay. I-I’ll be right back.” And he turned and hurried away.

The kids were quiet for a while, digesting what they just learned. “Um... So...” Stacy shifted in her seat awkwardly. “Do you guys want to... keep doing this stuff? After... all that?”

If we don’t do something, who will? JJ asked. The police were no help when Marvin disappeared because the mystery group lied to them. I think the same thing will keep happening.

“Also, uh, I dunno if we can stop now,” Chase said. “These guys gotta know who we are now. Remember Mrs. Karter at lunch? I think she was checking to see what we knew.” He stood up to his full height. “We have to do this! We know how to fight the monsters, we can figure out how to fight the people doing this!”

“I doubt the grown-ups would listen to us if we tried to get them to do something,” Schneep muttered. “So I think we have to. So nothing happens to more people like happened to Marvin.”

“Yeah.” Marvin nodded. “I’m gonna fucking murder them all.” He looked at Stacy. “You don’t have to murder if you don’t want to, though.”

Stacy sighed. “No. I’d feel bad for quitting now.”

Chase smiled at her. “Well, uh. Thanks, then, Stacy.”

“Stacy? So that’s her name.”

At once, the group tensed. That voice—that familiar voice. All flying to their feet, they turned to look at where it came from—

Anti sat on top of one of the half-sized bookshelves, grinning. “Hi,” he said.

“You fucking bitch!” Marvin shouted. “Why the fuck did you push—”

Chase quickly claps a hand over his mouth. “Shhh,” he hissed. “Do you want the whole library to look at us?”

“No, let’s do it,” Stacy said. “Let’s get the whole library over here to see this.” She drew in breath to shout, and Chase put his other hand over her mouth. Quickly, she shoved it away and glared at him. “What are you doing?”

“He’d just disappear and we’d look like idiot kids,” Chase explained. “They might even kick us—hey!” He quickly withdrew his hand from Marvin’s mouth. “Did you just lick me?”

Marvin wiped his mouth on his sleeve and didn’t answer, instead continuing to glare at Anti. “Why the fuck did you push me down the stairs?!” he whisper-shouted.

JJ’s head whipped towards Marvin. HE PUSHED YOU?! he signed furiously, throwing his hands around.

“He did!” Marvin nodded. “That’s why I was in the hospital! And then when I was stuck on a gurney underground he showed up and said a bunch of weird shit!” He pointed an accusing finger at Anti. “You bitch! You bastard! You motherfucking dickwad!”

Anti’s smile dimmed, but didn’t disappear. “So you didn’t like your present?”

“Was pushing me down the stairs supposed to be a birthday present?!”

JJ picked up a library book from the table and threw it at Anti. It hit him in the chest, and Anti looked down, surprised, as it landed in his lap. JJ picked up a second book and threw that too, but this time it passed right through Anti, and the first book fell through his legs.

“No, that wasn’t it,” Anti said, no longer smiling. “That was how I got you there. You had to go to the hospital. And not visit it, I mean, you needed to be there for a while so the dark doctors would notice.”

“So what was the present?” Chase demanded, stepping in front of JJ before he could try throwing something else. “The hole in the ground? The experience of being freaking terrified? Of disappearing forever?”

“No, no.” Anti looked genuinely confused. “I mean... I mean the stuff.” He stared at Marvin as if expecting him to say something.

“Am I supposed to know what ‘the stuff’ is, motherfucker?” Marvin asked, fists clenched at his sides.

“Yeah?” Anti tilted his head. “I thought you’d like it. Cause you like magic. You’re a witch, right?”

“Um... what the heck are you talking about?” Stacy asked.

Anti looked at each of them in turn. They were all clearly angry and confused; even Schneep, who was usually the most scared of Anti, wasn’t backing away like he usually would have. “The stuff,” Anti said. “You know... like...” He waved his hands, becoming more shadowy and translucent before snapping back to how he was before. “All that stuff.” The kids all glanced at each other. Slowly, Schneep shook his head. “You mean... it didn’t work?”

“What didn’t work?!” Marvin cried.

“O-oh.” Anti looked... sad. More than sad. His whole posture slumped. He almost seemed guilty. “I thought putting your blood in the hole would... oh. I’m sorry.”

Nobody knew how to respond to that. JJ glanced around at the others. This is weird, he said.

“Yeah,” Chase agreed. He looked at Anti. “What were you trying to do? What was that place beneath the hospital? Who were those guys in black? What was the hole all about? Was it a ‘Fissure’? Why are you sorry?”

Anti hummed. It sounded less like a sound made by an organic creature and more like the buzzing of lights about to burst. “Okay.” He shifted position, folding his legs beneath him, and it’s then that the kids noticed he wasn’t actually sitting on the bookcase, but instead floating a couple inches above it. “I guess I can explain some things. The present didn’t work, so it’s only fair. This can be your present now.”

“Okay, cool,” Marvin said, exasperated. “So what the fuck were those guys in black going to do to me?”

“They were gonna feed your blood to the dark place.” Anti pointed at the contents of the file spread out on the table. “It’s all in there. I knew they’d pick you for a target cause no one would really miss you.”

Marvin blinked, taken aback.

I would! JJ said angrily.

“I still dunno what you’re saying,” Anti stated.

“He says that he would miss Marvin,” Stacy said.

Anti shrugged. “He’d get over it.”

JJ was shaking, furious, but Marvin simply put his hand on his shoulder, silently asking him to stand down.

“Why did they want to give blood to this ‘dark place’?” Chase asked.

Anti shook his head. “No, that’s a bit too much.”

“Then what is the dark place?” Chase pressed.

“It’s where the greenlight comes from,” Anti explained. “Blood makes greenlight stronger. You guys remember that from when you were fighting the dog monster, right?”

Schneep frowned. “That hole in the hospital leads to the dark place? It’s... a Fissure?”

“Yeah. And yeah.”

“And who are the people in black?” Chase asked.

“Those guys were the dark doctors,” Anti said. “It’s their job to get the blood. The dark doctors are only a small part of the Circle, though.”

Marvin cleared his throat, getting over his shock. “Who are the Circle?”

Anti giggled. “I can’t tell you that! That’ll ruin everything!” He rocked back and forth, not falling from his floating position. “That’s kinda the whole point of this, isn’t it? You guys want to fight monsters that the greenlight causes? You need to find the Circle eventually.”

Everyone was getting increasingly fed up with Anti’s behavior. JJ looked about ready to grab him and try shaking clear answers out of him—the only thing holding him back was Anti’s ability to pass through things. Chase was about to discard his own advice to be quiet and scream at Anti to stop being weird and vague, when—

“Oh my god.” Jackie appeared from around a bookshelf, right behind Anti. He stared, gaping. Anti stiffened at the sound of Jackie’s voice and promptly disappeared. Jackie on over. “A-are you guys alright?”

“We’re fine,” Chase said. “Anti doesn’t really do much.”

“He pushed me down the fucking stairs!” Marvin was barely able to keep his voice as a whisper-shout instead of straight-up yelling.

“He did what?” Jackie gasped.

One by one, overlapping each other, the kids explained what just happened. Jackie looked a bit overwhelmed but listened as best he could. Then he raised his hands. They all quieted down immediately.

“The point is, he was acting weird,” Chase said.

“Yeah,” Stacy agreed, nodding. “This was my first time seeing him, not counting that little bit at the hospital, and even I knew that this wasn’t a normal thing.”

“Well, uh, I-I wouldn’t know either,” Jackie said. “I’ve never seen him in person before this.”

You only saw him from behind and then he disappeared, that doesn’t really count, JJ said.

Jackie laughed. “I guess.” He sat down in the chair he’d sat in earlier. “Okay. So. Let’s put all this together. There’s this group that Anti called the Circle, and the people at the hospital—who he called ‘the dark doctors’—are part of it. The Circle is probably who’s sending these memos, then. They have something to do with the cracks, which they call Fissures. And Anti said that the Fissures lead to somewhere called ‘the dark place,’ which is where greenlight comes from.”

“And the greenlight causes the monsters,” Marvin added. “And the Circle guys call the monsters Anomalies, and Anti is probably an Anomaly, too.”

“Right.” Jackie nodded.

“So... it’s like...” Stacy held out a hand. “This is the dark place.” She held out her other hand a foot above the first. “And this is us. And there’s like... tunnels connecting them.” She tilted her hands, extending her pointer fingers until they pressed together. “And the greenlight comes out and does stuff to things up here.”

“But what does this Circle group want to do with the greenlight and the monsters and all of that?” Schneep asked.

Jackie shook his head. “We don’t really know, do we? They... pour blood into the Fissures.” He shuddered as he said that. “There has to be a reason for that.”

“Anti said blood makes greenlight stronger,” Marvin recalled.

“Do you think they want to take over the world?” Chase asked. “That sounds kinda cartoony, I know, but like... this whole thing is already stuff that would come from a cartoon.”

If Anti is telling the truth, then we will have to confront the Circle eventually, JJ said. If we want to keep fighting the monsters.

“If you guys don’t want to, no one’s making you,” Jackie said quietly. “You can all pretend like all this never happened.”

“We already talked about this when you were gone,” Chase said, folding his arms. “We all want to keep going.”

Jackie looked at Marvin. “Even after what happened to you?”

“Yeah.” Marvin nodded. “Cause if we keep going, and we figure out how to stop them, then that won’t happen to anyone else.”

“...heh.” Jackie smiled. “You guys are all so brave, you know that? I guess I have to be brave with you. I’m not letting you guys do this alone.”

Chase grinned right back. He leaned into Jackie and gave him a big hug. After a moment, Schneep joined in.

“Whoa, hey!” Jackie laughed. “Alright, alright, break it up.” Chase and Schneep backed away when cued, and Jackie started putting the memos back in order. “This has been... a lot today, so I think it’s best if we stop here. We can still hang out here, though. Just not talk about all this stuff.”

You know, we never finished the ghost movie, JJ said thoughtfully.

“You didn’t bring your camera, though,” Marvin pointed out.

JJ frowned. He made a sign that none of the others knew, and Marvin laughed.

“We can do that some other time,” Schneep said. “Perhaps we can check out books while we are here?”

“Yeah, that’s what a library is for,” Stacy pointed out.

“I don’t like books, though,” Chase muttered.

Jackie laughed. “You probably just haven’t found the right one. Come on, little guy, I’ll show you some of the stuff I liked when I was your age. You’ll probably like it too.”

Chase would never admit it, but he was glad that Mom insisted he and Schneep take her library card with them. He wondered if the adventures in the books Jackie suggested would be anything like what was happening to them right now.

Maybe not. This was real, after all. Something they were all beginning to grasp.

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